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Vol. II. 


No. 21-22. 

Cooperation of the A.F.F.W. with the American Red Cross 

WHAT cooperation with the 
American Red Cross meant to 
our organization was perfectly 
expressed by Mrs. Benjamin Lathrop, 
President of the Board of Administration 
of the American Fund for French 
Wounded in France, when, early in 
October she spoke with enthousiasm of 
the affiliation of the two Societies. 

She said it would be 
difficult to outline in 
detail the work of the 
future, but she could 
assure the people in 
America that the iden- 
tity of the American 
Fund for French 
Wounded would be 
preserved ; that this 
organization of women 
would carry on its 
work in the future as 
it had in the past ; that 
cooperation with the 
Red Cross would mean 
for the future a greater 
facility for extending; 
relief both in hospital 
and in emergency 

She said the terms 
Of cooperation would 
give great confidence 
to the organization in 
America. Many of the 
members who have 
built up this society 
felt a keen disappoint- 
ment in thinking that 
their work might lose 
its independence through the coming 
of a national organization in France, but, 
on the contrary, they were now to learn 
that the American Red Cross Commission 
in France, through their help and encour- 
agement, had filled all workers on this 
side with enthusiasm, and the results 
would be a far greater achievement than 
could have been expected from any 
individual society alone. 

Now that our new relations are 
established and in running order, we 
are glad to be able to prove the justness 
of Mrs. Lathrop's statements. We are 
profiting largely of the special privileges 
of the more powerful National Society. 
The Alcazar d'Ete presents today the 
same spectacle of animation and hard 
work that it did a year ago. With 

Officers of the American Red Cross on their way to France 

America entering the war, we have 
gained such prestige that to live up to it 
we must work harder than ever before. 

The hospitals that depend on our aid 
and which we have been assisting for 
the last two years naturally still look to 
us in their need, so for this vast field of 
action, we demand more material. 

Our possibilities of development are 

enormous and it depends entirely upon 
the volume of supplies which we receive 
from home to make us one of the most 
important organizations in France. 

We have the distinction of being an 
entirely voluntary society. We were 
not called upon. We devined a serious 
need and offered to fill it. More than 
that, we have filled 
it to overflowing and 
we must never do 
less. For what we 
have offered freely 
must continue until 
the cause no longer 
exists. Until the 
French Wounded have 
become a part of a 
glorious past in which 
we have had the 
privilege of playing a 

The need has never 
been greater than at 
this moment. France 
is entering her fourth 
year of war. Think 
of what it means ! 
Four years of sacrifice 
and unbroken tension. 

The very name of 
the American Fund 
for French Wounded 
is the most vital 
symbol of our admira- 
tion and alliance and 
it should be seen everywhere. 

Cooperation with the American Red 
Cross makes everything possible. Our 
Committees at home can work on with 
the assurance that the glorious wounded 
of France are still their charge and that 
there is not a hospital but that counts 
on the generosity of the American Fund 
for French Wounded. 


With Our Workers s in the Meuse 


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A Home in the Ruins 

OUR first stop in the Meuse was at 
Bar. From there we continued our 
groute, following the old Roman 
road north towardsVerdun, that Via Sacra 
over which all armies, since there have 
been armies, have passed and over 
which those who wish can see theghosts 
of many generations of fighters pass up 
and down. 

Our destination was a village at a 
cross-road, an inconceivably dusty 
village, consisting of small groups of 
shabby forlorn houses, built closely 
together along several diverging road- 
ways that lead to some of the important 
fighting lines. 

The first night we spent there was 
that of Monday August 20th, and no 
sooner were we settled down quietly in 
our cots, listening to the Poilus talking 
over their field kitchen in the next 
orchard, than the guns began with 
redoubled vigour; they had been thun- 
dering since early in the afternoon and 
we were conscious of a startlingly differ- 
ent drone from that we were so familiar 
with. Then more and more, nearer 
and nearer, till it seemed as if the skies 
were full of sound. Then suddenly close 
to us an anti-aircraft began belching forth 
fire amid the crackling reports of the "mi- 

It was really very alarming; but, 
as we did not know then, although 
we suspected the fact, that the 
Taubes were over head, we did not have 
the sense to be really frightened. I 
looked out of the tent several times to 
see the skies ablaze with searchlights 
and the glare of the battle that was won 
that night. This all lasted till about 
one o'clock in the morning, when we 
were able to sleep for a little while. At 

four A.M., the 
great guns at 
Verdun awoke us 
again and the 
hillside fairly 

In the morning 
we were cheer- 
fully informed 
that the advance 
of four kilo- 
metres had been 
well accomplish- 
ed and that we 
where firmly 
ensconced in po- 
sitions that we 
had been attempt- 
ing to take for 
nearly two years; 
but also that 
the German planes that had been over 
us had accomplished a fair amount of 
damage in a hospital near where we 
were stopping. All that morning the 
wounded came pouring in, many burnt 
by a new asphyxiating gas, a gas that is 
imperceptible at first; but that burns 
after having impregnated clothing and 
lungs. Its action is so corrosive that 
some of the nurses told me their arms 
had been badly blistered while dressing 
the wounds. 

The field hospital at C... accomodates 
about four hundred men and it was 
about full when we went through its 
wards. These latter are wooden huts, 
built on a gently sloping hillside, 
connected by covered rustic ways and 
long central covered loggias. The 
nurses have taken great pride in making 
it as cheerful a spot as possible and one 
wonders how they are able to accomplish 
all they do with their restricted means. 
The hospital is devoted mainly to frac- 
ture cases ; and it is very interesting to 
see that the majority of them are being 
treated by the Dakin-Carrel method. 
One of the first things the chief surgeon 
asked us for was a supply of Dakin 
rubber tubes that are getting to be more 
and more difficult to obtain here. 

From the store we had with us, we were 
able to give several hundred cushions 
and a great case of flannel bandages. 
These last were needed to suspend frac- 
tured limbs from what looked like 
most elaborate scaffolding erected over 
the beds. 

Several of these field hospitals were 
visited during our trip, notably one large 
evacuation hospital nearer the Front 
where some four thousand patients can 

be _ accommodated in the huts that are 
built in long lines close by the railroad 
tracks. From there the wounded are 
distributed further south, while those 
who are to be sent to nearer hospitals 
are shifted in the American Ambulances. 
A number of the huts are devoted to the 
care of German wounded prisonners and 
we saw many of them being brought 
down in the Ambulances. 

One of our errands at this hospital 
was to procure the gas mask that an 
official had ordered us to secure 
because, owing to the proximity of the 
German aeroplanes, it was unwise for 
any members of the civilian or military 
population to be without them. They 
are horrible things to have to wear ; the 
smell of the chemicals in the inside 
padded surface is almost stifling. 

Some of our time was devoted to 
visiting destroyed villages, of which 
there are a great many scattered all 
around. The most accessible ones are 
the villages that were destroyed during 
the battle of the Marne ; the villagers 
shortly afterwards having returned to 
their destroyed homes and settled 
themselves as well as they could in their 
ruins. The Government has given 
some of them temporary quarters built 
uniformly of two rooms, bed room and 
a combination kitchen and living room. 
These have gradually been fitted up with 
the very barest necessities. 

I went from one house to another at 

V and everywhere I was told the 

same story. In this particular village 
there is not a house intact, except the 
small thirteenth century church ; that, 
being a "monument historique " has 
been restored by the State, stone for 
stone, carving for carving, the way it 
was before. There, for the first time 
since 19 14, several Communes assem- 
bled this week for the administration of 
the first Communion, the Bishop of 
Verdun himself coming down for the 

Everywhere we went we were over- 
whelmed with modest gifts, and there 
was no refusing anything. "You have 
helped us so much that we want to 
show how deeply we feel what has been 
done for us, and the only way we can do 
thisis by givingyou some ofthe produce 
of our hard work." 

1 am only citing these as some ofthe 
things I have seen personally; I dare 
not tell you of many other things, for 
I know that beyond a certain point, we 
must say nothing. All honor to those 
who are helping in this struggle. 

Anna Murray Vail. 


A Boys' Carpentry Shop at Blerancourt 

IN a part of the ruin of Chateau 
Blerancourt is an old shop. It is now 
partially filled with empty American 
Fund for French Wounded cases. 
Around its door, bobbing eagerly in and 
out, every day during the summer 
school vacation, has been a group of 
enthusiastic boys, working under the 
guidance of Mile. Hickel. 

Coming, as they do, from homes 
destroyed or partially destroyed, from 
families, some of whose members are 
prisoners in Germany or soldiers at the 
Front, there is something distinctly 
salutarv in the sight of these children, 
developing their powers, learning a 
trade, and making furniture necessary to 
fill the corners of empty houses. 

Back of Mile. Hickel's work is a novel 
story. When the war started she foresaw 
that many refugees would be left 
without anv furniture. She knew that 
in the garrets of Versailles, where she 
lives, were motley collections of leg- 
less chairs, or broken tables, of all kinds 
of household furnishings. As such they 
were useless. As she could reform 
them, with her skill in furniture making, 
they would be priceless. Enlisting aid 
she set about to collect this furniture 
which was willingly given. She 
established a shop where soldiers and 
" reformes " who had been joiners and 
carpenters before the war helped her in 
renovating and re-building old furniture. 
Hundreds of refugee families have been, 
and are being, supplied with household 
necessities from this shop. 

But Mile Hickel also foresaw the more 
constructive worth of teaching this 
trade to the boys in the devastated area, 
teaching it not only as a trade but 
also with an application to social 
development. Therefore she joined the 
Civilian Division at Blerancourt. 

Here, before the closing of school, a 
class of ten boys from Blerancourt and 
Camelin worked. Now. they are 
working in their school holidays. 

Here is Robert Klaus. His father and 
'brother of fourteen years are civilian 
prisoners in Germany. Robert himself 
has partially lost his eyesight because of 
ihe privations he suffered during the 
German occupation. He cannot easily 
read. But he can build. 

He was given an empty case, asked 
o measure it (as are all the boys), to 
udge of its weight, and to tell what he 
:ould make of it. He decided on a 
louble shelf. He drew the design for 
t and then executed it. Moreover, this 

was a finished shelf, carefully planed 
and outlined by a moulding. And the 
joining of the angles of this moulding 
had to be done without a protractor. 
It took some time, but when it was done 
it was well done. The object in this 
work is to allow each boy to do the 
work himself, ignoring and conquering 
the difficulties, and no work is left until 
the desired result is obtained. Not one 
boy has hesitated to make and re-make, 
to do and do again until his work is as 
perfect as he can make it. 

One day Maurice Cornier, ten years 
old, took home to his mother a kitchen 
table which he had made himself. His 
father was wounded at Verdun, and his 
grandparents and uncle are prisoners 
with the Germans. His home, and the 
farm on which it stood near Audignicourt 
were completely destroyed. The house 
in Blerancourt in which they now live 
lacked a kitchen table. And Maurice — 
the man of the house, now — undertook 
to make it. It was a sturdy table, with 
well-planed, tapering legs — all made by 
direct design. 

The mother of Robert Vaillant 
wanted and needed some rabbits. 
The Civilian Division had them to give 
to her, but she had no place to put 
them. For his material he took one 
case for the house, and cut boards from 
another for the roof which he perforated. 
He gathered material for the feet of the 
cage from the debris that came from 
some roofs being repaired at the 
Chateau. He found some treillis work 
for the door and some old iron hinges 
in the ruins. And the only expense was 
twenty-five centimes for a hook ! 

This work in the class is the result of 
a collaboration between all the boys. 

They learn to handle all the tools, and 
they are stimulated by competition. 
Each works for all, and all work for 
each. The effect of this has been a 
desire to work for others. Four of the 
boys made a work-table, and at their 
own suggestion, gave it to an aged 
refugee at Blerancourt whose home had 
been completely destroyed. 

For another poor woman the class 
made a hen-house with a roost and a 
granary. Materials used : two cases, 
wood from trees cut down by the 
Germans, and hinges found in the 
debris. They made the door particularly 
large, so that the house could be easily 
cleaned as they said. 

Cleanliness is a subject of growing 
interest since the Civilian Division came 
to Blerancourt. 

The types of the objects which the 
class has made have been built in different 
patterns according to the place in which 
they were to be put. 

In three weeks, ten boys who never 
before had done any carpentry work, 
varying in age from ten to twelve years, 
made : 

Three rabbit houses with roofs; three, 
without roofs ; four benches ; three 
tables ; two toilette tables ; one double 
shelf and one hen-house. 

This is one result— an output of useful 
things. And the other and more lasting 
results are : a development of initiative ; 
a training in a trade ; a change from a 
passive to a joyous vitality ; and a 
growing social consciousness. 

Mile. Hickel's Carpentry Shop 


Our Distributing Center at Nancy 

Our Depot at Nancy 

books and games. But the grimness of 
war is not to be hidden, for over each 
bed hangs a gas mask ready for use at 
the first alarm, which is sounded by 
bells or horns placed in each building. 

As we had about finished the tour of 
one of the Ambulances the Medecin 
Chef asked if we cared to see two boche 
prisoners who had been brought in the 
day before, two boys of hardly more 
than twenty, one slightly, the other 
badly wounded. If a wave of pity was 
awakened it died instantly when the 
doctor told us that the papers found 
on them showed they had been given 
twenty-five marks and granied twenty- 
one days leave as an incentive to bring 
back an American prisoner. We left 
with a feeling of satisfaction that the 
tables had been turned and that these 
two Germans would never capture one 
of our own men. 

SO quickly has the time passed it is 
difficult to realize that the Nancy 
Depot is nearly three months old. 
Weare nowwell established, and I think I 
may safely say that the A.F.F.W. has 
many warm and appreciative friends in 
this beautiful but sorely tried region of 
Lorraine. What memories and facts 
that name awakens, — the fierce battles 
that took place in the early days of the 
war, the desolate and destroyed villages. 
the thousands of refugees, half of this 
department still in the hands of the 
enemy— but in spite of all sorrow and 
suffering past and present, the spirit and 
courage of the people in and behind 
the lines remains undaunted, and their 
determination to hold on until victory 
is still unshaken. 

A great deal of time has been given to 
visiting the Ambulances along this 
section of the front, with and under the 
guidance of Monsieur Mirman, Prefet 
of the department, and it has been most 
interestingwork. In mostcasesthe Ambu- 
lances are in wooden barracks, eight or 
ten in a group, usually situated some six 
or eight kilometres from the front on 
outskirts of a small village where troops 
are billeted. It is surprising to see how 
well installed these Ambulances are, 
with good operating rooms and each 
barrack its salle de pansements. The 
wards are heated and fairly comfortable. 
Only men are employed as nurses and 
it is rather touching to see the attempts 
they have made to make the rooms 
more cheerful with flowens and autumn 
leaves, and when obtainable, papers and 

On our return to the Ambulance a 
few days later to deliver the supplies 
asked for. we inquired about the Ger- 
mans. They were still there and one 
more had been added to the list. As 
they had complained of the cold, they 
had been moved into a room that was 
heated ; they got good care and plenty 
of food, and are well content with their 
lot. I cite this incident merely to prove 
the "inhuman way" that the French 
treat their prisoners. 

A delightful experience was a visit to 
the two Ambulances of the — Division, 
one of the most celebrated of the Army 
of France. It has so covered itself 
with glory that all rewards are exhausted 
and the government has had to create a 
new emblem. The two Ambulances are 
in different villages, one for "petits bles- 
ses" and "malades", the other for severely 
wounded cases. 

When the Medecin Chef told me that 
his ambition was to see all of his men 
clothed in our warm and confortable 
pyjamas I felt we had to make good, 
and we did, but it has left many empty 
shelves. I am not worrying over that, 
however, as I feel sure that thanks to 
our indefatigable workers at home the 
void will soon be filled, 

We reached the Ambulance as they 
were taking in twenty badly wounded ,. 
men straight from the trenches, and 
before we left most of these men had 
been bathed, their wounds dressed, or 
the necessary operation done, and put 
carefully to bed. 

We had gone laden with some of our 
choicest comfort bags, and fortunately 

A well stocked Corner 

had a sufficient number to give to each 
of these new comers, and even the 
greatest sufferer had a smile and word 
of thanks for the message of cheer sent 
by "Notre Grande Sceur," as they affec- 
tionately term our country. 

The severe blow that has been hurled 
at Italy has sent France and England to 
her aid, and it will please ourcommittees 
at home to know that the mouse has 
been able to help the lion. We had 
sudden calls from several of the regi- 
ments that have been quartered in this 
region, and we were able to give gener- 
ously ro five Ambulances that have been 
ordered off. The gratitude felt and 
expressed for the bandages, dressings, 
and warm clothing was so deep that it 
should reach even the ears of the hard 
workers at home. And they may be 
sure that they and their efforts will be 
held in grateful memory for many a day 
by these particular regiments. 

This sudden call has sadly depleted 
our stock, and I must make a strong 
and urgent appeal to all our friends to 
send us large supplies of warm clothing, 
especially socks, flannel day and hospital 
shirts, pyjamas and warm underwear. 
These are the Big Needs, and every day 
brings new requests. Do not forget 
that winter is here, that coal is more 
than difficult to obtain and that France 
has born the brunt of this war for over 
three years, and the drain upon her and 
her resources has been heavy and 

M. L. Dawson. 


The Founding of a New Depot 

Amiens, Oct. 19 17. 

Mesdames ; 

The Amiens Branch is installed at 21, 
rue Dijon, under the protection of the 
military bureau of the T.P.T. Everyone 
has been simply fine in lendinga helping 
hand. In spite of very heavy work in 
our ambulance driving, I have cleaned, 
made my shelves, unpacked and ranged 
at least two thirds of my " wares ". 
We have two large sunny rooms on the 
first floor with a big room below where 
we place our cases and unpack. There 
is central beating and open fire places 
and Lieutenant N... promises me all the 
wood we want (they collect it from the 
old trenches). All his conductors as 
well as ours have turned to and helped 
and Captain J... has let me use my car 
for transporting and delivering — lor I 
have made two deliveries, — really three, 
counting the petits coussins for the 
station depot of the trains sanitaires. 
Also he has given orders that I am to be 
given every liberty and aided in every 
possible way. The only way in which 
I could repay all this has been to give 
the drivers each a sweater or muffler 
and socks. I hope you will approve, for 
they well deserve and need it. Many of 

them are from the North and have 
mighty little covering. The Government 
hasn't yet distributed winter things and 
I can tell you it's cold driving these 
nights. Every three days now, we are 
on the move for most of the twenty- 
four hours, as there are plenty of refugees 
to care for and at least two trains 
sanitaires per night. I never could have 
handled our work all alone if it had not 
been for the help given by everyone. 
Our fine old mechanician doesn't let 
me touch my car, except to drive, saying 
that I have enough work without 
greasing ! And he even insists on going 
with me when I drive at night, in case 
I should be en panne ! Our sacs de 
surprises and the woollen things have 
been a joy, but they do go quickly for 
there is an endless stream of wounded 
passing through here, either on their 
way back to the front or "a l'interieur". 
I loaded my car the other day and started 
for Hopital 112. One of the doctors 
had given me a list of all the men from 
the invaded region. Luckily I added 
extra bags, for when I entered a barraque 
explaining that I unfortunately hadn't 
enough bags for all, the men were very 
considerate and unselfish about it, only 
they did look wistful : I suddenly hit 

on the idea to put up three or four bags 
as a lottery and the sudden burst of 
hilarity and eagerness showed how much 
they had cared. I left about twelve 
salles rejoicing but there are fourteen 
that I didn't visit and which I suppose 
are watching the gates ! I am going to 
make an effort tomorrow to look over 
fifty more bags with Madame Delarue's 
help and getup therewith them. I seethat 
each bag has a pair of socks, tobacco if 
necessary, and a message — that last is 
the hardest task. I do wish people 
would put in a letter ! You can see that 
bags are going to disappear rapidly even 
with but one visit to each hospital. I 
am hoping for some instructions from 
you soon as to funds, etc., and one last 
question — have we any refugee or civilian 
things that I could have for a few of the 
conductrices working here with me ? 
Some of them are from the North and 
most of them in need. Their shoes are 
made of paper or about that quality and 
they look longingly at the sweaters and 
mufflers I have given the few men we 
have. Naturally I have not felt at liberty 
to give to them — even if they are 

Very sincerely, 

(Signed) Clara G. Perry. 

THE first serious medical aid which a 
wounded man receives is at the 
Poste de Secours. These mobile 
installations are genenerally at 3 or 4 
kilometres from the front line of 
trenches. Always subject to bombard- 
ment, they are as artfully hidden away 
and protected as is possible. They must 
be fully equiped for surgical purposes 
and yet capable of packing up 
and getting out within a few moments 
notice. The French, excel in anything 
of this sort. Their ingenuity has 
full play and the combinations which 
they imagine and execute are extremely 
amusing and practical. A complete 
surgical paraphernalia, with dressings, 
instruments and the rest must fit into a 
few cases ; for very limited transportation 
facilities are allowed. 

From the Poste de Secours, the 
wounded are sent to the nearest Railway 
stations, where hospital trains transport 
them throughout France. The most 
severely wounded are cared for within a 
few kilometres of where they fell, until 
they can be sent further to the rear 
without danger. 

The adjoining photograph with a 
warm letter of thanks was forwarded to 

Poste de Secours 

us from a Poste de Secours to which we 
had sent some cases of woollen things 
and bandages. The General of that 
particular division distributed our gifts 

Three Kilometres from the Trenches 

himself and expressed his thanks to us 
for what we had been able to do for his 

It is a little surprising to find a Major 
General taking the trouble to distribute 
the contents of a few bails and cases, but 
the fact proves how highly warm things 
are valued at the front and above all that 
the A.F.F.W. holds a special place in 
the sentiment and affection of the 
French army. To them it is a bit of the 
U.S.A. they have visited and known ; 
that they care for and that has cared for 
them. A regular ceremony has been 
made of the arrival of some dozens of 
our sweaters and socks. It is flattering 
but it is more than that ; it is a gesture 
of real fraternity and appreciation of 
which .we are justly proud. 

And you workers at home, who are 
inclined to feel that knitting sweaters is 
dull work, who have made so many 
socks that you do it mechanically now 
without thinking of the men who are 
to wear them, who are even beginning 
to wonder if it is worth while and if one 
pair more or less can make any r differ- 
ence ; just try to imagine for a minute 
how cold it is in a Poste de Secours and 
then picture your socks being distributed 
by a Major General. 


What our Motor Service is Doing 

IN two years of constant effort and 
steady growth, our Motor Service has 
gained a name and become a familiar 
sight throughout France. 

These American girls who do men's 
work and do it well have appealed to 
the French imagination and sentiment- 
ality Their task is not an easv one. 
Long stretches of muddy roads, days of 
wind and rain, or dust and heat, cleaning, 
repairing, bruises and heavy responsi- 
bilities are their lot. 

Miss Casparis, of Columbus, has 
been from the beginning the "chef" of 
this department and with her 
nine aids (Miss Bradley, English, 
Henderson, Greenough, Mit- 
chell and Stevens, Mrs Chester, 
Crean and Goday), has estab- 
lished a service of which we 
are all proud. We never miss 
an emergency call Our cars are 
rarely out of service. 

A glance at the adjoining map 
will give an idea of the areas 
we have covered, not once but 
many times, which represents 
an enormous mileage. 

In delivering over practically 
the whole of France, there is 
one thing we have noticed with 
satisfaction, everywhere and 
under all circumstances our 
drivers have been greeted and 
helped with the greatest enthus- 
iasm and courtesy. 

The peasants in the fields and 
the villageois have always a 
bright work and a spare hand 
when needed. A Poilu by the 
roadside or a. lorry driver pass- 
ing by is the best of'cama- 

Solidarity prevails every 
where but nowhere more so than 
on the high road. After all, we 
are bent upon the same work, 
following the same ideal. What 
could be more binding! All for 
one and one for all has become 
the device throughout France. 

Each of our depots has its 
ambulance and a driver who is 
sometimes dame de magasin, 
chauffeuse, ambulanciere and 
visiteuse rolled into one. Thirty- 
six hours work on a stretch is 
not unlikely, for when some big 
military movement is on and 
one is called upon to aid in 
transporting the wounded there 
can be no refusal and the distri- 
buting service of ihe depot must 
go on just the same. 

In spite of the hard work there is not 
one of our depot drivers who would 
exchange her job for a softer one be- 
cause nowhere else would she come 
into such direct contact with the soldier 
and military life. Immediate results are 
so encouraging and nothing is like the 
moral stimulus of the " front." 

To drive for a depot is a reward of 
merit. Only drivers who have been 
with the Society for a long time and 
have been tried out can aspire to the 
position. Good health and above all 
steady nerves and staying qualities, are 
absolutely necessary requirements. 

Anywhere in France 

Roads our Cars have Travelled 

The Paris Motor Service exacts long 
hours and cars as shining as a million- 
aire's limousine. Saturday is devoted 
to a general cleaning and the garage 
seems a chaos of dripping machines, odd 
pieces, rubber hose and girls in jumpers. 
Manicured finger tips are things of the 
past, that past which no one regrets. It 
would be difficult for the workers of 
today to fit into the old narrow groove of 

Driving about Paris is a strenuous 
affair. There are fewer taxis than before 
the war, but if they lack numbers, they . 
make it up by their break-neck speed. 
One often sees three of them 
trying to rush their way through 
a space for one and somehow 
they come out the other side 
intact. Heavy traffic is very 
intense. Towards evening driv- 
ing becomes particularly difficult 
for there are so few lights and 
the pace hasn't abated the least 
bit. It takes all one's eyes not 
to run down pedestrians or 
some amiable Sergeant de Ville 
who claims the right to stand 
where he pleases. 

In these days of complex and 
concentrated action, the most 
perfected railroad systems are 
insufficient to meet the crushing 
demands brought upon them. 
The famous endless chain of 
lorries which supplied Verdun 
night and day during its im- 
mortal defence of two years ago, 
is perhaps one of the most 
astonishing "tourde force" of 
the war. From there to a modest 
transport service of twelve light 
machines and a lorry, is a long 
way, but the principle is the 
same and the spirit also. 

Each Si,5oo check means 
another automobile to aid in 
our growing work. We should 
double our forces within the 
next few months, and we make 
an appeal to American Gener- 
osity to help us. Those at home 
who have sent ambulances and 
cars to France and who keep 
them up are aiding the cause 
mightily for not a day passes 
without their effort bearing a 
thousandfold. If they were 
conscious of the amount of 
gratitude and relief which an 
ambulance evokes, they would 
feel more than repaid for any 
sacrifice they may have made 
in giving. 


Among the Children at Toul, Nesle and Evian 


Toul in the Meurthe-et- 
Moselle is established the 
first Civilian Relief work of 
the American Red Cross. It began 
on July 26th when Monsieur Mir- 
man, Prefect of the Meurthe-et- 
Moselle, appealed to Mrs. Isabel 
Lathrop of the A.F.F.W. for help 
with the problem of the children 
who had been driven back into Toul 
from the gassed villages near. 
Mrs. Lathrop brought the appeal to 
the American Red Cross. The Red 
Cross decided it was just the kind 
of an appeal they desired to answer. 
That was the beginning of the 
work at Toul. Now the Caserne 
du Luxembourg, where over 400 
children and their mothers arc 
housed, may, if hopes are realised,' 
become one of the big health centers 
of the district. Dr. Julius P. Sedg- 
wick became the director late in 
August and with the constant help 
and advice of Prefect Mirman and 
the assistance of the A.F.F.W. the 
work has grown splendidly to meet 
the ever increasing demands. 

The Caserne du Luxembourg It: 

consists of 1 o cement batements, five 
for refugees, 2 for hospitals, 1 for 
school, 1 for kitchen, 1 for storeroom. 
There are 7 pavilions besides the bate- 
ments — 2 for school teachers, 3 for staff 
and two under constructions, 1 garage, 
1 laundry. 

The original staff of nine workers is 
now 29 : doctors, nurses, laboratory 
experts, kindergartener, aides, ambu- 
lance and camionette drivers, etc. The 
small acute hospital of 80 beds for the 
sick children is now running, thanks 
to the generous cooperation of the 
A.F.F.W., and the dispensary service 
to the neighboring cities and towns has 
begun. The Doctor in charge of 
that servLe has already examined over 
5oo children in the outlying districts 
and the sickest children have been 
brought back to the hospital. 

The work among the mothers of the 
children; the schools for the children 
with teachers supplied by the Govern- 
ment ; the industrial work for the boys; 
all is being worked out at the big Caserne 
du Luxembourg. 

Prefect Mirman's splendid vision for 
the future of the people in his care — the 
equipping of them as far as possible — 
by work, sewing, carpentry, gardening 
etc., to take up their lives again in their 

Inquires Tact as Well as Water to Bath 
a French Baby 

beloved villages, is one of the most 
inspiring aspects of the work in the 
Meurthe-et-Moselle. In every possible 
way, Prefect Mirman has helped the 
American Red Cross in their efforts to 
aid him with his problem. The health 
problem of the children, specially in 
these districts of devastation and constant 
danger to the civilian __ population, is a 
very vital one and the development of 
the work at the Caserne du Luxembourg 
at Toul seems to be the type of work 
just fitted to reach the needs of the 

The next work to be asked of the 
American Red Cross came from Nesle. 
On August 1 5, M. Vernes and represent- 
atives of the French Red Cross, 
appealed for Nesle and the villages in the 
immediate vicinity, in which about 
1,200 children are practically without 
medical facilities of any kind. 

Dr. John C. Baldwin, of John's 
Hopkins, was sent from the Children's 
Bureau and in company with M. Vernes 
and the military authorities went over 
the ground. The story of the villages is 
most poignant. These villages were 
retaken by the French in the latter part 
of March 1917. The Germans on 

retiring, systematically looted the 
country. From the little country 
farms the enemy took away or 
destroyed all the furniture, all the 
bedding, all cooking utensils so 
dear to the heart of the housewife 
the world over, and all farm imple- 
ments. The systematic destruction 
of the farm implements makes one 
rage ; the same piece was removed 
from plough after plough so that no 
patching together of a whole imple- 
ment was possible. Isolated houses 
were burned or bombed and in 
some villages, notably Matignv, 
Croix, Moligneaux and Y no house 
remains intact and from these 
villages the little children and the 
old and sick people were driven 
forward to meet the advancing 
French, while the strong able bodied 
ones were sent to work in Ger- 
many. In Mesnil St. Nicaise about 
70 native children were found and 
20 from nearby totally destroyed 
villages — a most miserable looking 
group, none acutely ill but all 
suffering from ringworm, impetigo, 
scabies and blepharitis. In Rouy-le- 
Grand about 40 children were 
crowded into the few habitable 
houses and all were filthy and infected 
with skin diseases. They looked stunned 
and sullen. No smile could be teased from 
those kiddies. In Voyennes, a larger 
town of formerly about 900 people, now 
460, the Mayor and the school teacher 
gave most graphic accounts of their 
village and they begged for help. The 
Mayor wanted bathing facilities. During 
the German occupancy each civilian 
inhabitant had been required to take a 
shower bath once a week and since 
March they had been unwashed. 170 
children were collected there, about half 
of them native, and 110 of them are 
going to school. One wonders at the 
poise of the little French child— or is it 
just the eternal child eager to learn, that 
sends these children to school in the 
midst of devastation and within hearing 
of the guns. And in all the villages are 
the old, old people who require 
much care. They are terrorized, and 
heartbroken, there is nothing more that 
life can do for them. They do not seem 
to be asking for a place to live in, but a 
place to die in undisturbed ! At Nesle, 
Dr. Baldwin found that the fairly modern 
tuberculosis pavilion so kindly offered 
by the Hotel Dieu de Nesle as a center 
for the children's work, was most 


available. The Hospital proper would 
formerly accommodate about i oo, but the 
Germans have despoiled it of everything 
which made it useable. Every bed, 
every utensil, every instrument has been 
taken ; but the hospital is open and 
running with a makeshift equipment for 
3o beds. The Pavilion in which the 
children's work is started is a one story 
building of brick containing eight rooms 
with two large roofed piazzas for air cure 
work. The running water in the 
building, the bathing facilities and the 
heating apparatus have all been des- 
troyed. The lack of medical facilities 
at Nesle make the need most acute. The 
hospital is antiquated and stripped of 

One aged civilian doctor, with no 
instruments, drugs or means of 
conveyance at his disposal, was trying 
to meet the situation. 

The military surgeon of the District 
has twenty villages to look after besides 
his military duties ; there could be but 
one answer to such a situation. 

Dr. Baldwin came back and made 
certain definite recommendations which 
were immediately accepted by the 
Bureau. The A.R.C. isnowestablishing 
a ten bed hospital in the tuberculosis 
pavilion of the Hotel Dieu with complete 
equipment which- means the re-ins- 
tallation of the running water and the 
heating system, as well as the hospital 
equipment. A dispensary is now 
equipped in connection with that to 
handle about 40 cases a day and then 
comes the automobile dispensary to 
visit all the sad little towns near Nesle 
and do for them medically all that is 
possible. This idea of Dr. Lucas, to 
carry clinics wherever they are needed 
is a very interesting one in that it will 
develop medical work throughout the 
devastated districts. 

The automobile dispensary as planned 
by Dr. Lucas and Dr. Baldwin is going 
to be a sort of golden chariot from which 
many good things spring and which the 
children will love because it is going to 
have something in it especially for 
them, which will really work — and that 
is the test for a kiddy. The Ford 
Camionette has the body made with a 
seat along one side which may be used 
to carry the nurse with a sick child back 
to the hospital, or perhaps a well child 
will be given a ride now and then as 
reward for being brave with the American 
Doctor. Over the seat is a rack for the 
medecine instrument bags. On the 
opposite side is a rack for more bulky 
surgical dressings and splints. Now 
this miraculous Ford having but one 
seat there is room on the floor for the 
shower bath for the children, a most 
nobby contrivance of jointed wood, 

rubber, and highly polished nickle, the 
kind the children like. Some day we 
will have a picture of that showerbath 
in action. 

The whole apparatus can be carried 
into the house where the water is heated 
on the fire. The tub of warm water is put 
on the wooden base. Into the tub goes the 
dirty child, standing; the doctor mani- 
pulates the hand pump while the nurse 
scrubs as the water descends. The 
length of time is determined by the 
din — as the warm water blackens, the 
child whitens and at the end, a few 
pumps from the bucket of cold water 
gives a hygienic finish to the bath. 
While one child is being scrubbed, the 
water for the next bath is being heated. 
It will mean tact and patience to have a 
shower bath as one's calling card but 
the fact that it is an American motor is 
going to make much of it easy among 
these grateful people. 

Madame Amedee Vernes olthe French 
Red Cross who knows the families in 
the district has offered her help in 
launching the enterprise and her 
voluntary aid is invaluable to the work. 
Just to show the urgent need of 
such work, before the new work at Nesle 
is fairly started, a request from the 
Inspector of Hygiene of Amiens has 
come to look over other villages with a 
view to establishing like centers in other 
needy districts. 

And so at Nesle every afternoon, 
when the morning clinic is over in the 
dispensary and the hospital, rounds are 
made, the doctor and the nurse with an 
aid will start off the camionette for a 
visit to the villages nearby and one can 
imagine how the children, in time, will 
learn to know the sound of the motor 
and will wait eagerly for its coming. 

It has taken a month for Dr. Baldwin 
to assemble his equipment and get off. 
He left for Nesle October 24, with the 
camionette and staff. 

The work at Evian which the American 
Red Cross has undertaken through the 
Children's Bureau is to help with the 
medical care of the rapatries who are 
pouring into Evian-les-Bains, on Lake 
Geneva, 1000 daily. About 60 per cent 
of these are children, the rest old people. 
From the point of view of public health, 
I doubt if there has ever been a situation 
of larger scope. This little town on the 
very edge of France, receives a 
thousand people daily, and these, people 
depleted and worn out from privation 
and hardship. The children show the 
effects of three years of dirt, limited 
bathing facilities or none, lice, skin 
lesions of all kinds besides the low food 
rations on which most of them have been 
living. These rapatries have been in 

either Belgium or Germany since the 
Germans took their villages. Now as 
winter comes on, these many mouths to 
feed must be gotten rid of, and so the 
Germans are sending back all those they- 
are unable in any way to use in factory, 
trench or agriculture. 

The little station at Evian gives 
you a realisation of what war can 
mean to the civil population, that 
even a devastated village fails to give. 
The arrival of the train is most dramatic. 
It comes slowly into view and the crowd 
of rapatrids on the platforms begin to 
cheer, and those in the train crowd the 
windows and shout and wave their 
hands calling " Vive la France ! Vive la 
France ! " The doors of the train are 
quickly opened by nurses, our ambu- 
lance men, government aides and 
members of the local committees who 
are helping, and the train empties 
quickly. The old women with their 
precious bundles are so cheerful, it 
breaks your heart. They try to smile, 
and look ready for the new demands. 
The old men seem more depressed. 
There is a finality about it all for them 
that you never forget. The children 
are dirty and tired, but excited and eager 
to see what is going to happen next. 

The sick and the feeble are taken to 
the ambulances in wheel chairs and on 
stretchers and our American Red Cross 
men have a way with them that helps so 
much with these weary people. They 
put them into the ambulances, and a big 
bus for thesmallest kiddies and off they 
go down the little winding street to the 
Casino. The rest of the crowd go 
on foot. 

At the Casino, the weary people find 
the big cheerful room full of light, and 
the colour of the flags everywhere helps 
to make them realise that they are home 
at last. The hot meal is ready for them 
and they lake their places quickly and 
very soon the warmth and kindness of 
it all reaches their tired hearts and they 
begin to smile and talk to each other or 
to you. After a little, the band, made 
up of rapatries who are detailed in Evian 
to help, begin to play some gay stirring 
French air. The children laugh at first, 
but the older ones cannot bear it and 
you see many tears. Then the Prefect 
of the District speaks to them in a 
friendly stirring fashion, welcoming 
them to their country once more and 
with all the tenderness of the. French 
language, speaks of their sufferings, of 
the sufferings of France, of the bravery 
of their soldiers, of the final victory of 
France. « Vive la France », he shouts 
in closing, and those homeless people 
respond with a cheer that blinds and 
chokes you. You wonder how they can, 
and yet you see that they must. It helps 


them to go on. Then the playing of the 
Marseillaise; they cannot sing; it 
sounds at first like a great sob from a 
heart broken people, but the ringing 
« Marehons, Marchons... » becomes a 
cry of victory. 

The balcony above is a most interesting 
place. It is the children's place. While 
the older people pass into the big room 
adjoining to go through the long careful 
process of registering the little ones are 
taken up to the balcony, checked, and 
left there to be washed and brushed and 
amused. There are many tears at first; 
thev fear to be separated from their 
mothers; but the nurses are so friendly 
and so kind, and the boxes of glistening 
toys are so tempting, on their low table 
just within reach of the small fingers, 
that the battle is soon won. There are rows 
of little mattresses on the steps of the 
balcony that have clean pads and fresh 
little pillows where sleepy and tired 
children can rest. But it is too exciting 
for most of them. 

This balcony is rather a critical 
spot for here is the grave danger 
of contagion most evident ; the skin 
lesions, the dirty heads, the vermin 
in their clothes, and it is here that the 
American Red Cross will begin to help 
by cooperating with the dispensary just 
under the balcony, in more care in 
selection of the children and cleaner 
methods in handling them, that have 
been impossible to obtain in the hurry 
of this daily rush of caring for iooo 

The registration is so carefully done 
and it is so important. The big circular 
desk at which some 200 government 
clerks sit, is arranged alphabetically, 
and the people pass along in line, there 
is no hurry. Each rapatrie is talked 
with carefully and kindly, and many 
storiesare listen;d to. This registration 
bureau is also in receipt of many 
enquiries from relatives and friends who 
are making every effort to get in touch 
with their own as they come through. 

Under Grandmother's care. 
His Mother was held by the Germans 

and each rapatrid's name is instantly 
referred to that section of the regis- 
tration, and in a few minutes you may 
see the telegram or letter delivered to a 
sweet faced woman or a trembling old 
man that tells them they are claimed by 
one who knows them and cares. You 
find yourself longing so for many more 
letters and telegrams than there are. 
You cannot bear the disappointed look, 
the sort of dumb resignation that is in 
many faces. 

After their registration, they pass on 
to another room and there are assigned 
to their lodging for the night ; the 
dispensary sends the sick men and 
women and children to the different 
hospitals and here is where help is 

The children are so pathetic, so many 
of them without their mothers, just sent 

along in a crowd in care of older women, 
and some of them too little to know 
their names and the old people have 
forgotten ; they come from a certain 
village and that is all that is known. 
Many, many of these children are 
sick and diseased and the arrival in Evian 
of about 5oo children daily presents a 
most tremendous problem. 

Our Children's Bureau is to take 
charge of the medical end of it. 
With an acute hospital of 80 beds and 
several convalescent hospitals near we 
are going to help these plucky French 
people with a task they have already 
undertaken with vigor and foresight. 

The Hotel Chatelet and its villas has 
been taken by the American Red Cross 
for an acute hospital of 80 to 100 beds, 
the villas offer accommodation for 
contagious and observation wards and 
housing of staff. One convalescent 
hospital will be developed near Lyons at 
the Chateau des Halles which has been 
given to the American Red Cross by the 
Council of the Hospices Civils of Lyons. 
This Chateau was willed to the above 
Council by the widow of Monsieur 
Mangini to be used as a Children's 
Hospital. War conditions have pre- 
vented its use up to this time. These 
three centers of work Toul, Nesle, and 
Evian constitute the field work so to 
speak of the Children's Bureau of the 
Department of Civil Affairs up to this 
time. The Paris work is in connection 
with the dispensaries established by the 
Rockefeller foundation in the different 
arrondissements. In each dispensary 
established, there will be a Children's 

Another large field of service which 
occupies the Children's Bureau is the 
investigating and answering of the many 
appeals for financial help received from 
the numerous organizations for children 
already doing splendid work here, in 
Paris, and all over the interior. 

Mrs. Richardson Lucas. 

AUGUST 1917 

Hospitals aided 263 

Hospital articles and surgical dressings. 481,561 

Cases and bales dispatched 1,207 


Hospitals aided 322 

Hospital articles and surgical dressings. 2,320,622 

Cases and bales dispatched 2,202 

Total number of shipments to Hospitals. 


Total numbers of Hospital articles and 

surgical dressings dispatched. 10,336,879 

Total number of cases and bales 









Mrs. Lewis B. Still well, Chairman 

Miss Maude Wetmore, ist Vice-Chairman 

Mrs. Charles M. Chapin, 2nd Vice-Chairman 

Miss Elizabeth Scarborough, Secretary 

Miss Anne Morgan, Treasurer 

Mrs. A. M. Dike, Chairman Workroom and Civilian Committees 

Miss Elizabeth Marbury, Chairman Publicity Committee 

Miss Elizabeth Scarborough, Chairman Purchasing Committee 

Mrs. Frederick H . Allen, Chairman Packing Committee 

William Law Stout, | 
. „ i Counsel 

A. Parker Nevin ) 

Miss Edith Bangs, Chairman New England Branch. 

Mrs. Henry S. Robbins, Chairman Chicago Branch. 

Mrs. J. B. Casserly, Chairman San Francisco Branch. 

Miss Louise Dawson, Chairman Baltimore Branch. 



Mme. Louis Aubert 
Mrs. Hugh Auchincloss 
Mrs. C. Ledyard Blair 
Mrs. Walter P. Bliss 
Mrs. David C. Briggs 
Mrs.Talbot R. Chambers 
Mrs. John L. Crawford 
Countess de la Greze 
Mrs. Alvin Krech 
Mrs. Sheppard Krech 
Mrs. Joseph Larocque 
Mrs. Francis H. Markoe 

Mrs. Stephen Millet 

Miss May Moulton 

Miss Florence D. Murphy 

Mme. Carlo Polifeme 

Mrs. Cordenio Severance 

Mrs. Charles Steele 

Mrs. Robert L. Stevens 

Mrs. Ramsey Turnbull 

Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer 

Charles M. Chapin 

Richard Stevens 

Lewis B. Stillwell 



Baltimore Branch, Miss Louise Dawson 

(25 Local Committees) 
Chicago Branch, Mrs Henry S. Robbins 

(40 Local Committees) 
San Francisco Branch, Mrs. J. B. Casserly 

(2 5 Local Committees) 

New England Branch, 

Miss Edith Bangs (Chairman). 
Alstead, N. H. Mrs. John R. Smith. 
Annisquam, Mass., Mrs. Hollis French. 
Arlington, Mass., Miss L. E. Dow. 
Ashby, Mass., Mrs. Philip Piper. 
Ashfield, Mass., Mrs. J. E. Urquart. 
Ashland, N. H., Mrs. H. L. Blackwell. 
Atlantic, Mass., Mrs. William F. Davy. 
Auburndale, Mass., Miss M. T. Eager. 
Bangor, Me., Mrs. J. C. Buzzell. 
Barnstable, Mass., Miss Mary Mortimer. 
Belfast, Me., Mrs. Essie T. Carle. 
Belmont, Mass., Mrs. Edward F.Atkins, Jr. 
Bethel, Me., Mrs. A. E. Herrick. 
Boston, Mass., Business Women's Club. 
Boston, Mass., Sister Eleanor. 
Boston, Mass., Mrs. Myles Standish. 
Boston, Mass., Mile. Chiqueta. 
Brattleboro, Vt., Mrs. Howard Rice. 
Brighton, Mass., Mrs. E. P. Hutchinson. 
Brookline, Mass., Miss Margaret Dexter. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. O. A. Shephard. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs-. F. M. Train. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. William Bacon. 
Brookline, Mass., Miss Mary Tappan. 
Brookline, Mass , Mrs. Gustaf I.undberg. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. W. H. Tucker. 
Brookline, Mass, Mrs. C. E. Gunther. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. G. W. Mehaftey. 
Burkehaven, N. H., Mrs. Charles Morris. 
Burlington, Vt., Miss Laura G. Wales. 
Cambridge, Mass., Mrs. T. W. Higginson. 
Cambridge, Mass., Miss G. M. Beard. 
Cambridge, Mass., Mrs. J. G. Thorp. 

Cambridge, Mass., Miss Tiffany. 
Carlisle, Mass., Mrs. P. J. Davis. 
Castine, Me., Mrs. William Hay. 
Chatham, Mass., Mrs. J. B. Paine. 
Chestnut Hill, Mass., Mrs. Edgar C. Rust. 
Chesham, N. H., Mrs. George R. Dinsmoor. 
Chocorua, N. H., Mrs. W. H. Goodwin. 
Clifton Heights, Mass., Mrs. A. T. Dyer. 
Clinton, Mass., Miss Barbara Hammond. 
Cohasset, Mass., Mrs. Charles J. White. 
Concord, Mass., Mrs. William De Lancey Howe. 
Concord, N. H., Mrs. Godfrey M. Brinley. 
Cotuit, Mass., Mrs. C. F. Fuller. 
Danvers, Mass., Mrs. C. H. Hale. 
Danville, Vt., Mrs. C. H. Kimball. 
Dorchester, Mass., Mrs. R P. Fallon. 
Dover, Mass., Mrs. James C. Hopkins. 
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Duxbury, Mass., Miss Lucia B. Knapp. 
Duxbury, Mass., Mrs. Waldo Kennard. 
Duxbury, Mass., Mrs. H. T. Stetson. 
East Boston, Mass., Mrs. W. A. Morrison. 
East Bridgevvater, Mass., Miss A. F. Gorton. 
East Greenwich, R. I., Miss Katharine 

Shedd, Secty. 
East Thetford, Vt., Mrs. Sarah B. Pressey. 
Exeter, N. H., Miss Mabel B. Dana. 
Fairhaven, Mass., Mrs. Edson S. Cowen. 
Falmouth, Mass., Miss Rosamond H. Smith. 
Farmington, Conn., Miss Porter's School. 
Fitchburg, Mass., Mrs. E. R. Blood. 
Fitzwilliam, N. H., Mrs. A. R. Esdaile. 
Framingham, Mass., Mrs Arthur Ware. 
Franklin, Mass., Mrs. Wilfred Bourbeau. 
Friendship, Me., Mrs. John Lash. 
Gloucester, Mass., Mrs. Isaac Patch. 
Groton, Mass., Mrs. Francis Lawrence. 
Groton, Mass., Miss Julia Miller. 
Hancock, N. H., Mrs. H. M. Shaw. 
Hanover, N. H., Mrs. C. H. Hawes. 
Hardwick, Mass., Mrs. E. S. Clark. 
Harrington, Me., Miss Grace P. Nash. 

Haverhill, Mass., Mrs. L. H. Harriman. 
Hingham, Mass., Miss Charlotte de W.Pope. 
Hopedale, Mass., Mrs. Franck J. Dutcher. 
Hyannisport, Mass., Mrs. James Otis. 
Hyde Park, Mass., Mrs. A. D. Foster. 
Ipswich, Mass., Mrs. Roger S. Warner. 
Isle au Haut, Me., Mrs. H. M. Whitney. 
Isleboro, Me., Miss Elisabeth Silsbee. 
Jamaica Plain, Mass., Miss Isabel Butler. 
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Jefferson, N. H., Mrs. George B. Jenkins. 
Jefferson Highlands, N.H., Miss Evelyn Carter. 
Keene, N. H., Mrs. R. P. Hayward. 
Kennebunk, Maine., Miss Kate M. Lord. 
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Kittery Point, Me., Miss K. A, Jennison. 
Kittery Point, Me., Mrs. Arthur Nazro. 
Lenox, Mass., Miss E. F. Folsom. 
Lexington, Mass., Miss L. O. Smith. 
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" Words fail to express the warm welcome and kind help that Nancy from the highest 
authorities down, has extended to the new Depot of the Americain Fund for French Wounded. 

" In fact every one has done so much for us that we hardly dare express a wish, even 
among ourselves. The other morning, on going into the garage for the car, we were greatly 
surprised to find it had been decorated most beautifully with a small American flag. By discreet 
questioning we disc, vered it had been done by order of one of the civil authorities. When we taxed 
him with having done it, he at first disclaimed all knowledge of it ; but finally confessed, saying he 
wanted everyone to know it was an American car, and that he was sure the flag would make it go 
better. Incidentally we hope he is right, for there are times when " George " shows signs of his 
age and the hard work he has done — " George " being our car. 

"To return to our Depot. We have been given a large shop in the beautiful old Place. 
Stanislas, which is the wonder and pride of Nancy. With our sign up, and flags (American and 
French) flying, we are greatly pleased with our quarters, and know that they are going to prove 
useful as we.l as ornamental. 

" If only our faithful workers at home could see our " shop. " Our intention had been to 
have shelves built around the room, but as it almost impossible as well as very expensive, to get 
either labour or wood, Monsieur Mirman, the wonderful Prefect of this Deparment, came to our 
rescue and solved that difficulty by allowing us to draw on the stock of furniture that little by little 
he is collecting for the refugees, in order that they may have something to start with when the time 
comes for these poor souls to go back to their ruined homes. Alas, that time is not yet, but 
meanwhile we shall make good use of the tables and chairs and wardrobes that have been so kindly 
lent us. The wardrobes make splendid places to stack our supplies, all sorted and neatly arranged ; 
the shelves are fairly bulging. That won't last long, however ; once we are really started and it 
becomes known that the Comite Americain is on, the spot, the demands will be very great. This 
means that the Committees at home will have to double their efforts for we mean to work very 

" It is somewhat of a new field down here, and already the American supplies have made 
a deep impression, and a great hit. We have put a few of the choice bits in our show window — 
pretty cushions, pyjamas with our flag on the pockets, shirts decorated with a tri-color bow, one 

that makes a great success with a polly embroidered on it, vests, with handkerchiefs and pretty cards, 
sweaters, and cache-ne\ Indeed it was difficult to make a choice from all the wonderful things 
you send us. 

"These little touches please and mean so much to the poor wounded soldier, and also to 
the French people, who understand and appreciate the sentiment that prompts the act. As for 
Comfort Bags they are wild over them ; so please be good and send lots. When visiting a hospital 
you don't know how dreadful it is not to have enough for all. The soldiers who do not get any 
look so wistful and disappointed it makes vour heart ache; and you long for a bottomless purse in 
order to be able to give brave sufferers the little gifts that help to cheer their long hours, days 
and months. 

" In my hospital visiting I have frequently had several of the men show me with the greatest 
pride and pleasure the worn and almost empty little bag that the " kind American ladies" had send 
them six months and even a year ago, still treasured and kept. Can you ask for greater appreciation 
than that? 

" After three years of this dreadful war, these splendid men who have fought so bravely 
and suffered so much need all we can do for them ; not only in the way of necessary comforts, but 
also a little " spoiling. " Surely they deserve it, and we are ready to give it. " 

Nancy (M.-et-M.), September 20, 1917. 


Perhaps one word explaining the nature of the " Nancy Branch " might interest the readers 
of Mrs. Dawson's letter about our latest undertaking. The Paris Depot of the American Fund for 
French Wounded is the center of all supplies which come from our hundreds of Committees in 
America. So large has our Organization become, however, that we do not confine our efforts to the 
work in Paris alone. Whenever we find a Department that contains many hospitals (especially a 
locality which is a little remote from the center of things) we begin to study conditions there. We 
keep in close touch with the Sarvice de Sante who keeps us -informed where the hospital work lies 
for the moment. Our next step is then to go to these places, visit the French officials, confer with 
them as to the advisability of establishing a new branch of our work, etc. This often means a trip of 
hundreds and hundreds of miles but it is far better to estabish these small depots after being assured 
that our help is to be of value. The next step is to ship large supplies lrom our Paris Depot to our 
new center which we call a "Branch Depot.'' One finds in many remote corners of France a 
minute Alcazar where we have from two to half a dozen excellent workers and one or two motors. It 
takes perhaps a month for our representatives to become friends of the hospital officials but after 
that time we are persona grata with all the civil and military authorities in the district. The 
friendly sign " Comite Americain pour les Blesses Francais " goes up over the door of our " shop " 
the first day and the two flags indicate a warm welcome for everyone in the need of hospital or 
emergency relief Nancy should be an important work and we boldly beg our loyal supporters to 
help us in this undertaking which lies just back of the firing line. 

The accompanying photograph shows the beautiful old square in which a German 
aeroplane was brought down but a few days ago. The cross indicates the position of our Branch 
" office " and the close proximity of our work to the line of the enemy will surely add zest for those 
who are working at home. Monsieur Mirman, the famous Prefet of Nancy, is jubilant over our 
coming and we have already received some generous checks which we have placed in the " Mirman 
Fund. " Money thus sent will be spent in the relief of any emergency that comes witin our notice; 
no case, however small, will be turned from our doors if we have a penny with which to meet it. 
Since the beginning of our work in 19 1 5 we have never turned away an emergency call and we hop e 
you may help us in upholding the reputation we have gained. Christmas will soon be here and 
there are two thousand little children from the invaded districts of France who are being sheltered 
by this same good man at Nancy. Could we not furnish them with gifts which will mark a happy 
day, December 25th ? We shall gladly pass on what you send to them ; shall we not do it? 

Alcazar d'Ete, Paris, September 25. 



WHEN the necessity came for taking up Dispensary Work as an essential branch of the 
hospital depots of the A.F.F.W., these, our Branch Depots, formed the nucleus of 
the undertaking. To walk into a French village with a note-book and offer help in 
a cold-blooded way is one thing; to open an attractive little dispensary where two or three cheerful, 
clean, American nurses and aids are moving about among modern American conveniences, is 
another thing. A social worker is also affixed to every dispensary, and every emergency-want of 
the unfortunate peasant is attended to immediately. The funds are given by donors or committees 
in America. In acknowledgment of this generosity the name of the donor or committee is placed 
on the sign and put in the records as "Gift of X. Thus far these dispensaries have been the 
gift of Chicago, Winnetka, Baltimore, St. Paul and Minneapolis. A model dispensary can be 

started in any part of France for $4,000, this amount guaranteeing the proper maintainance, 
medicines, rent, lights, initial equipment of instruments, tables, basins, running water, heat, etc. 
for a year at least. 

For each dispensary we need an excellent trained nurse, speaking French if 
possible, and whose cost of SI 50.00 per month must be added to the initial expenses. People 
of means in America who can not come themselves, might perhaps send trained nurses who 
would welcome such work ; through each establishment thousands of lives would be benefited. 

We are to be found throughout Lorraine, and we are now establishing, in the heart 
of France, other dispensaries to meet the sudden and terrible needs attendant on the wholesale 
evacuation of towns in the north. 

We are opening a dispensary at the Lafayette Chateau, Chavagnac, and the next 
request comes from Bayonne ; the American Fund for French Wounded thus reaching 
out its arms to children from the Vosges to the Bay of Biscay. 







American Fund for French Wounded 


Croix Rouge Americaine 

Comite Americain pourlesBlessfe Francjais 



Don Winnetka U.S.A. Mardi etVendredi 2-5 P.M. 


American Fund for French Wounded 





Vol. III. 


No. 23- 

Stages in the Journey of an A.F.F.W. Case in France 

A Loaded Camion Leaves the Alcazar {or the Gare 

Soldier Helpers in One of the Branch Depots 

1 Envoi du Co.-nite Americain' •— A Postal-card Sent Us by a Hospital 

Sunlight Treatment of Wounds— A.F.F.W. Supplies Help 


Songs and Socks and Sacs Surprises 


These are the Sort of Men Who Enjoy Your Surprise Bags 

OVER the snowy roofs of Nancy 
Chrismas day broke clear and 
crisp and sparkling. In its early 
light familiar objects took on an un- 
natural bulk and sharpness of outline. 
Stanislas's statue appeared to dominate 
the '• Place " with more heroic mien 
than usual, the Hotel de Ville loomed 
strangely huge and impressive, while 
beyond, the twin towers of the Cathe- 
dral rose against a clear blue sky as 
sharply silhouetted as the frosted 
steeples on a Chrismas postal card. 

Muffled warmly in fur caps and coats 
against the cold, and armed with an 
enormous canvas sack bulging with 
comfort bags, which in turn bulged with 
all sorts of useful and amusing small 
gifts for our blesses, we waited in the 
snow before the big glass window of our 
American Fund for French Wounded 
depot. Through the glass we could see, 
spread out and bedecked in Christmassy 
fashion with sprigs of evergreen and 
mistletoe, a profusion of articles from 
overseas : knitted sweaters and mufflers, 
warm woolen blankets, hot water bottles, 
rubber gloves, packages of cut gauze 
and compresses and roller bandages, 
worsted caps, slings, gay colored slip- 
pers, surprise bags half opened and 
spilling their contents out across the 
table, pyramids of socks and handker- 
chiefs, pyjamas, rolls of cotton, wristlets, 
bathrobes, dayshirts, a gramophone — 
everything to warm the heart and add to 
the comfort of a sick poilu. 

Presently through a crunching of 
snow sounded the drumming of a motor 

and around the corner came our Fund 
touring car, trim red crosses painted on 
its gray sides, and B., in a furry aviator's 
helmet, at the wheel. We loaded sacs 
and packages into the tonneau of the 
car among extra bidons of essence and 
oil, forming a mound of such unwieldy 
proportions that we were obliged to sit 
crosslegged atop it if we would ride at 
all. M. climbed in beside our driver 
and we were off to.ward the front on our 
Christmas mission of visiting the small 
ambulances scattered behind the lines. 

At the beginning of the " Zone 
Avancee" we were stopped by a grizzled 
sentry who barred the way with a gun 
from which projected a long and glitter- 
ing bayonet. We came to a prompt 
halt, but, as always, the magic formula, 
" Comite Americain pour les Blesses 
Francais," proved an open sesame. 

Five or six kilometres behind the 
lines the little ambulance at B. lay 
snugly in a fold of the hills beside the 
railroad tracks. The medecin chef and 
his staff were not at all expecting Santa 
Claus in the shape of four American 
girls in an automobile. Indeed they 
were quite astonished at sight of us, but 
proportionately delighted as we explain- 
ed in our best French the object of our 
visit. Everybody fell to and helped 
unload the car and presently, having 
divested ourselves of our multitudinous 
outer wrappings in the medecin chef's 
office, we were ready with armfuls of 
Christmas bags to embark upon the 
rounds of the various wards. 

At times one is seized with a discour- 

aging doubt as to whether one's poor 
small efforts are of any account whatever 
in these bitter wartimes. From home 
come occasional disparaging letters, "Do 
the soldiers really get any comfort or 
pleasure out of cretonne bags full of 
American knick-knacks? It seems so 
futile, for instance, to put in a yellow 
soap Kewpie or a jig-saw puzzle. 
Wouldn't it be better to turn the same 
amount of money over to some organi- 
zation, etc., etc. " 

I wish those far off friends in the 
U.S.A. might have looked through a 
magic glass that Christmas morning 
and followed their comfort bags as we 
distributed them down the long lines of 
hospital cots. They could not have 
doubted the joy and shy gratitude with 
which they were received. To see the 
rows of pale, weary faces at every bed 
side, to note the slow, surprised smiles 
spreading into real grins as we dumped 
the contents of the gay little bags out 
upon the counterpanes and held up each 
article for inspection or explanation, to 
pour with them over the enclosed post 
card of the sender and translate its 
message of cheer or greeting was at once 
pathetic and inspiring. 

There were comparisons of gifts 
between bed and bed, chuckles and 
laughter and delighted comments, much 
rallying of the " copain " who drew 
from his sac a china ballet lady, verv 
pink and much beruffiled. I found 
myself constantly between tears and 

One big blond poilu with smiling eyes 
lay quietly watching the others. His 
own sac lay untouched beside him. 
" But you haven't looked in your bag 
yet," I said, pretending great astonish- 
ment. " Aren't you curious to see what's 
inside?" "Mais oui, Mademoiselle," 
he said with his gentle sourire de fillette. 
" but I have no longer arms, you see." 
Ashamed of my tactlessness I hastened 
to open the bag for him — it was a bright 
blue one with orange moons and black 
owls depicted on it, I remember — and 
arranged its treasures carefully so that 
he could see them all. Then, though 
goodness knows I am no adept, I manag- 
ed to light a cigarette and put it between 
his lips. It took not a little courage to 
perform such an act gaily and naturally ; 
how much more courage it must have 
taken to receive it in like manner. 

I had brought along my little Ha- 
waiien ukulele and A. and I, dropping 
our roles of Saint Nicolas for the mo- 
ment, became strollingminstrels. Surely 
those improvized wards had never before 
rung to the tunes of " Down by the Old 
Mill Stream" and "Some Folks Say Dat a 


Nigger Won't Steal" or "When the Mid- 
night Choo-choo Leaves for Alabam'." 
Though the poilus could not have had 
the least idea of who or what " My 
Honolulu Tomboy " was they caught 
the ragtime swing of it and kept emphatic 
time with heads and hands. Ah, but 
when it came to " Madelon " and "Tout 
le Long de la Tamise" they felt them- 
selves on familiar French ground and 
how they did shout the choruses in all 
sorts of voices and with what wide 
latitude of accuracy. 

I like to think that perhaps doing our 
Christmas bit in the way of music and 
surprise bags from home put fresh 
courage into the hearts of those brave 
wounded men. Indeed I am sure it 
did, for as we passed back through the 
wards to regain the medecin chef's office 
we were greeted on every side by bright- 
ened faces and warm smiles and calls of, 
"Vive l'Ame>ique ! " 

By this time it was nearing twelve 
o'clock and nothing would do but the 
four of us must stay and take luncheon 
with the medecin chef and his statf at 

their "popote." Despite racial and tem- 
peramental differences I am more and 
more convinced that between us and 
the French there is a deep, close bond of 
sympathy. As they naively express it, 
"nous sommes joliment bien ensemble." 

Then the open road again and the 
clean, cold air whipping the blood into 
our cheeks as we sped along to our next 
destination, located this time in quite 
another and distant secteur of the back 
of the front. 

An orderly swinging a lantern came 
out to see -what we wanted and when 
we had explained he gladly helped us in 
with our remaining comfort bags. 
There were 35 patients here, the greater 
number gas cases, men with drawn 
parchment colored faces who could only 
whisper or look their thanks tor the 
sacs surprises we held out to them. Two 
or three convalescents grouped about a 
stove in the centre of the room wore 
violent hued blanket bathrobes sugges- 
ting Navaho Indian tales, but I had 
unpacked too many of them at our Fund 
headquarters in Paris not to recognise 

at a glance and with a curiously friendly 
feelinga nice woolly A.F.F.W. bathrobe. 

I doubted when the moment came it 
A. and I should really be able to carry 
through our repertoire of jolly and 
rollicking songs, but once started the 
eager eyes and lip? which whisperingly 
followed the words of the songs they 
knew gave us courage so that we sang 
on and on, only to be stopped eventually 
and with difficulty by the others who 
feared we might wear out the blesses as 
well as our welcome. 

Darkness had already fallen as we 
made our way out to the car, empty 
handed now save for a few left-over 
bags. In our headlights yellow glare 
the frosty clump of envergreens by the 
gate glistened like wet silver. 

Tucked snugly in the machine with 
army blankets doing service as carriage 
robes, A. snuggled down against me and 
murmured comfortably,"Home, James," 
and presently we were gliding noise- 
lessly off through the snowy darkness 
towards Nancy, which means for us, 
temporarily at least, " home." 

Two Leaves from a Delegate's Diary 

NEAR the town of S. in a little 
valley under the snow capped 
mountains , eleven hundred 
soldiers were coming home on leave. 
They were a happy lot of men, sing- 
ing, cheering, leaving war behind 
them. Suddenly there was a scarcely 
perceptible jar, and then slowly, at first 
not noticably, the train began to gain 
momentum. As it passed the stations, 
never stopping, the soldiers saw from 
the windows the scared faces of the 
people watching the train flash by. The 
heavy cars had broken from the engine, 
the brakes would not work, and at a 
turn of the rails the whole train piled 
up in wreckage worse than any battle 
field. Fire broke out and many were 
killed. The rest, wounded, their clothes 
torn from them, were carried to 
the hospital of S. Here we visited 
them, bringing gifts from the American 
Fund. Our meager supply of tobacco 
was showered upon them with prodigal 
hands. One could see their drawn faces 
relax even as they lighted the cigarettes. 
The little comfort seemed for a moment 
to dominate the great pain. The gentle 
sisters of charity, who are the nurses in 
the hospital, told us the story of the 
wreck, and begged the American Fund 
to replenish their stores, as the accident 
had exhausted their supplies almost to 
the last bandage. 

In the neighborhood of Chambery 
there is a Belgian hospital for tubercu- 
losis The soldiers are from the invaded 
countries and even if they recover from 

their illness they have no homes to go 
to; they drift along, apparently caring 
little about the future. For months no 
visitors had been near the place and 
when we arrived the men could not 
believe it possible that we had come 
voluntarily, and that we were bringing 
presents for them. They nearly wept 
when they saw the gay and useful con- 
tents of the surprise bags we distributed. 
Then we announced that we would 

adopt the hospital and that the American 
Fund would be marraine to the Belgian 
soldiers while we remained in Cham- 
be"ry. Thanks to the "generositv of 
friends at home a library has been 
established and magazines subscribed 
for; our fine, tin, germ-proof phonograph 
has been loaned them, the spirit of 
depression has been chased from that 
dreary old place and the men themselves 
will keep it out. 

Convalescence, Plus Sunshine, Games and Magazines, is not Altogether Disagreeable 


The Alcazar Then and Now 

HAVE you ever walked up the 
Champs- Elysees on a warm 
summer evening under the stars 
and the moonlight "avantla guerre"? 
What an extravagant impression of 
lights and colour; costumes, music and 
thoughtless gaiety. Here all that was 
maddest and wildest and newest in 
Europe sought an ever-changing but 
ever-faithful audience. 

On the left, buried in masses of 
foliage, was Le Doyen with thous- 
ands of shaded candles glowing over a 
snowy array of tables spread under the 
stars. The lights of the Ambassadeurs 
gleamed on the right; the Automobile 
Club and the palace of the President were 
on the other side and just beyond was 
the most brilliant spot of all — a fairy- 
land glittering under the trees. Here 
was an out-of-door theatre, sparkling 
before an audience drawn from the four 
quarters of the earth. 

The theatre is one of the relics of 
changing Paris life. It is older than 
the Republic and remembers the famous 
Mabille, where our grandfathers — but 
let us hope not our grandmothers — 
danced and flirted. A Bouillon was 
added to the theatre for the Exhibition 
of '89. This was rebuilt later and 
became one of the best-known restaur- 
ants of Paris, V Alcazar d'Ete. Here 
you could dine indoors or out, sur- 
rounded with soft-glowing candles, 
snowy linen, Japanese lanterns, spark- 
ling glass and silver, hats at every angle, 
feathers of every colour, wraps of every 
shade, gleaming shoulders and flashing 
eyes, rouge and powder ad libitum; 
while a dozen singers and dancers 
awaited your pleasure on the out-of- 
door stage. 

This it what you could have seen and 
done in 1914 before the fatal second of 
August. It is February 1918, now. 

There are many motors before the 

door, just as there used to be ; but look 
again. The first two bear the Red Cross, 
the following one is a huge camion from 
the American Clearing Rouse, another 
is a delivery car loaded high with hos- 
pital supplies, and so on. For the 
light and brilliant Alcana?- d'Ete of 
1 9 14 is now the American Fund for 
French Wounded. If you go in ) ou 
may si ill half expect to find the usual 
scene of lights and feathers, rouge and 
poudre de riz, black coats and white 
shirt fronts But what a difference ! 

The tables are all changed to packing 
cases ; some full, some half empty, with 
busy women in blue aprons and white 
caps bending over them. Instead 
of the violins and the one-steps you 
hear the noise of the hammer sealing up 
cases to go to the wounded Frenchmen 
who may be lying nearby in Paris, far 
away in Brittany, close up to the lines 
in Picardy or in Algeria or Salonica ; 
for wherever a French soldier lies with 
fevered cheek or crippled limbs, even if 
on a bit of straw in a little poste de 
secours under the German guns, the 
American Fund can reach him — you 
can reach him. 

The walls are lined with shelves. 
The big room on the right is filled with 
cases and used for unpacking. Here 
the supplies are sorted and distributed 
to their proper compartments. Instead 
of the latest waltz or selections from 
" Madame Butterfly, " " by special 
request, "these are the legends you read : 
"Medical Supplies," "Dressings," 
" Pillows," " Cases," " Socks," "Gilets," 
"Sheets," "Bed Socks," and so on 
through the whole list of hospital 
needs. Upstairs on the balcony, tables 
used to surround the great hall. The 
tables are still there, yes even the ladies 
are there ; but the flowers, the wine- 
baskets, the gleaming glass and silver 
have given way to typewriters which 

never stop. The hum of the typewriter 
is the violin of the new orchestra and 
the beat of the hammer has taken the 
place of the piano accompaniment. 

Come and look at the theatre. What 
a picture ! The great floor space is 
covered with unending piles of cases. 
Cases, cases, cases, nothing but cases, 
and they tell the tale of generous 
thoughts of senders from overseas. 
Lock at the stage, cases, cases, always 
cases. The lights and colourand scen- 
ery are gone, the gaunt machinery 
alone remains and the stage stares out 
with sightless eyes like a skeleton of the 
past. All that is left of the songs and 
the lights, is a stucco nymph who still 
dances and smiles as in the past over a 
sea of — American packing cases. Over 
a pile of dressings and bandages is — 
"Bock 3o centimes." 

If you were up in a aeroplane and 
could look over the long line of trenches 
stretching across Europe, you could see 
every day thousands of strong young 
figures in the height of health and 
strength suddenly pierced by bullets, 
torn by shrapnel or wrecked by mines 
and the great German guns ; fall and lie 
motionless, blue-grey spots in the dust 
or the icy mud. You can help pick 
them up, give them a bandage and keep 
them warm in the post de secours or the 
hospital. You can reach them wherever 
thev fall, wherever they are sent and 
the way to do so is to keep in touch 
with the Alcazar d'Ete. It used to be 
nothing but pleasure, it should be pleas- 
ure and duty now. Here on this very 
spot, France poured out the song and 
the champagne, the fun and the music 
and the laughter for you, and now, with 
the same generosity, the same grace and 
the same smile, she is pouring out her 
blood. Here on this very spot you can 
help to staunch it and help bind up her 

There are Many Motors before the Door just as there Used to be 

The Theater— a Sea oS American Packing Cases 


It is to Villages like this that the Winnetka 
Dispensary Makes its Weekly Visits 

THREE months ago the first Amer- 
ican women opened a travelling 
dispensary service in six villages 
near Nancy in the Meurthe-et-Moselle. 
The weather was very cold, when it was 
hot wet and foggy. The roads were 
slippery and full of holes from the rough 
usage of military convois. Sanitary 
conditions were not of the most modern. 
Now, after three months, it is possible 

I'to write about this reconstruction work 
which is being done within sound of the 

The maires in the six villages 
suggested by the Prefet, M. Mirman, at 
the beginning of the work have arranged 
for the rooms where the dispensaries 
are held. The first is a village several 
miles out of Nancy and there over a 
door is a large sign, "Winnetka Dispen- 
sary." The town lies along the banks 
of the canal. It presents a sorry sight 
in the gray of the morning as the 
camionette stops at the bridge to allow 
the crotchety old sentinel to examine 

! the papers of the Doctor and driver. 
The nurses are waved aside ; he only 
wants to be reassured that it really is 
" Les Dames Amdricalnes" coming to 
the empty usine a short distance beyond. 
The young chauffeuse helps the nurses 

loutofihe camionette where they have 
been sitting in the back on stiff benches. 
She carries in her strong arms the heavy 
trunk loaded with precious instruments 
and supplies. All the equipment came 
from Chicago with the personnel of the 
unit and is held moreand more puecious 
as it has become evident that it cannot 
he replaced here. 

Two rooms in the factory have been 
put at the disposal of the unit and they 
have already assumed a certain air of 
efficiency. The squat, round stove in 
the front room is burning merrily. 
There rough wooden benches fill rapidly 
with prospective patients. Where they 
all come from no one knows but the 
news that the Doctor has arrived seems 
to have flown. The manner in which 
their eyes follow her as she comes 
through the door shows the adoration 

Dispensaries Behind 
the Firing Line 

in which they hold her. We follow 
into the inner room. A small gas stove 
is lighted and a great container of 
water set to boil. Sanitary pans of 
white enamel, cups filled with disin- 
fecting solutions, cotton and gauze are 
laid out. 

"Is the water boiling? All right, 
Madame, send in the baby." The 
Doctor turned from the nurse who was 
buttoning her surgical apron. I won- 
dered if she were about to pop the baby 
into the boiling water. Instead she 
took the wee thing from its mother and 
laid it on the table. How it screamed 
as her skilful fingers removed layer after 
layer of swaddling cloth and the ban- 
dages applied on her last visit. To my 
novice eyes the sight revealed was ter- 
rible but the nurses crowded about to 
see and congratulate the mother on the 
marvellous improvement. 

" You see these mothers put mustard 
plasters on these tender little things 
when they have colds and burn them 
badly. This is a third degree and still 
bad, but coming out nicely. There, 
maintenant, c'est fini," she soothed the 
baby tenderly as she applied fresh 

The little French woman who had 
come all the way from Winnetka with 
the Doctor 10 share in this service for 
her beloved land was greeting the pa- 
tients in the outer room. She could be 
heard laughingly encouraging the timid 
or vigorously scolding some careless 
child. The Doctor early made it known 
that only clean hands and faces would 
receive the pink candy lozenges or little 
bottles of tonic. 

It is easy to tell the old patients. The 
way in which the small boys in black 
sateen smocks and little girls with tight 
braids, and little knitted shoulder capes 
line up for eye treatment is quite mili- 
tary. The Doctor turns each face to the 
light and administers the treatment with 
dispatch. The nurse deftly slips a bit 
of cotton on each eye as it screws itself 
shut at the first sting. "Appuie. mon 
petit, appuie," and dirty little fingers 
are substituted for hers. Rather reluc- 
tantly the eye cases give up the bits of 
cotton and are shoved out of the room. 
They did so want to stay and watch 

When the Doctor had said, " Tirez 
la langue", to him he had not received 
the "Bon" of approval but had been set 
aside for a higher mark of her favor. 
The Doctor called Madame from the 

Dr. Brown, Mme. Delebeque, Miss Mitchell, the 
Camion and Some ol the Dispensary Patients 

other 100m to explain in detail that there 
was a bad tooth, that it should come 
out and just why it was necessary. 
"Would he like the Doctor to pull it? 
Would he be brave and not cry?" In 
this clinic nothing is ever done that 
might frighten or mislead. Rene con- 
sents. He, too, is an adventurer. The 
Doctor motions to the nurse who comes 
with towel and enamel pan. It is all 
over in a minute. Rene blinks and relaxes 
his tense little shoulders. " Bien, ires 
bien. You 're a soldat, all right. Un 
brave soldat," commends the general of 
this clinic. 

I peeped outside to see what was 
going on. Old grandmothers with 
seamy, wrinkled faces sat clicking their 
knitting needles. Mothers with small 
children pushed them away and joined 
in the gossip that was in full swing 
about the stove. The little girls shyly 
watched the nurse who came and went, 
choosing and carrying off her patient 
with a diplomacy they could not unravel. 
There, all the evidences of bad food 
and dirt, the inevitable consequences of 
conditionswith which refugees are forced 
to contend, md the ills that flesh inherits 
from that combination, make up a day's 
record. While the nurses are undressing 
the babies, cutting hair, preparing salves 
for infected skin cases, the Doctor steps 
into the big room and closes the door 
behind her. This is her chance with 
mothers and grandmothers, older sisters 
and eager children siting before her. 
Impressively she calls their attention. 
"Madame, tell them all why children 
have sore spots, these ' bobos,' why 
they have worms, why thev must care 
for their teeth." In rapid French Ma- 
dame delivers a wholesome little lecture 
on simple hygiene. They sit and listen 
eagerly but their eyes are on that white 
aproned woman whose strong presence 
has brought a new hope into their lives. 

A young girl brings in her first baby 
It is as sweet and clean as one could 
wish. She proudly unwinds it and 
shows us the embroidered bib and the 
chain about its neck with a Jeanne d'Arc 


medal. " Our youngest baby. It was 
only thirteen days old when we first saw 
it. Poor little starved thing, it could 
not get the proper food, but now look." 
The Doctor proudly turns the plump, 
pink infant over in her firm hands. The 
little chest and arms are the best 
answer to the question, what has the 
dispensary accomplished ? 

Then comes fourteen year old Ger- 
maine with the five younger children a 
dving mother left her to look after while 
the father was off at war. They kick off 
their muddy sabots and stand in line 
while pulses are counted and eyelids 
examined. Six tongues come out at the 
word of command, teeth are looked over 
and the usual questions asked by the 
interpreter. "Nothing but bad food," 
grumbles the Doctor. "I wish 1 could 
bundle them all up and take the whole 
family to an Illinois farm." "Caf£?" 
she enquiries. "Oui." "No coffee, 
comprenez-vous ? Cafe, non. Choco- 

lat, oui, mais cafe, non." A family 
bottle of tonic does for them. They 
carry it off as though it were a prize and 
one imagines the pleasure with which 
the big sister will dose them all that night. 

Then it is time to close. The 
morning hours have flown. There have 
been so many to record and examine as 
well as treat that the three nurses and 
Madame have had to call on the chauf- 
feuse to help. We are late for lunch 
but the benefactress of the village has 
come in to pay her respects. She never 
misses a dispensary and her deep interest 
in her fellow townsfolk is touching. 
She seeks to learn all she can of methods 
and efficiency and in turn she is a moun- 
tain of strength to the Doctor. 

The next village is in the midst of 
activity both industrial and military. 
The clinic is held in the upper rooms of 
a house overlooking a trim little vege- 
table garden. The nearest building is a 
usine, the windows of which were prac- 

tically all shattered in the last raid. 

In the opposite direction the dispen- 
sary is held in a village that has been' 
cruelly victimized by war. It is only! 
600 metres from the German first line 
trenches. When the Doctor and nurses: 
go there they wear helmets and gas 
masks. They cross the bridge one by 
one so that the boches will not see them. 

The American Red Gross and the 
A.F.F.W. are engaged in a conflict 
that has its ups and downs of 
victory. But this is the hour to strike. 
Every mother heart in FVance is stirred 
to keep the child she has borne and to 
bear others worthy to serve France. 
The eagerness with which thev crowd 
about for help, their eager efforts to 
carry out advice prove that no work in 
the whole realm of service is more pro- 
ductive of results. If only strength and 
supplies will hold out until reinforce- 
ments of Peace and Prosperity can come. 




Mrs. Lewis B. Stillwell, Chairman. 

Miss Maude Wetmore, /st Vice-Chairman . 

Mrs. Charles M. Chapin, 2nd Vice-Chairman. 

Miss Elizabeth Scarborough, Secretary. 

Mtiss Anne Morgan, Treasurer. 

Mrs. A. M. Dike, Chairman Workroom and Civilian Committees. 

Miss Elizabeth Marbury, Chairman Publicity Committee. 

Miss Elizabeth Scarborough, Chairman Purchasing Committee. 

Mrs. Frederick H. Allen, Chairman Packing Committe. 

William Law stout, , 
, _ , „ . i Counsel. 

A. Parker Nevin, ) 

Miss Edith Bangs, Chairman New England Branch. 

Mrs. Henry S. Robbins, Chairman Chicago Branch. 

Mrs. J. B. Casserly, Chairman San Francisco Branch. 

Miss Louise Dawson, Chairman Baltimore Branch. 



Mme. Louis Aubert 
Mrs. Hugh Auchincloss 
Mrs. C. Ledyard Blair 
Mrs. Walter P. Bliss 
Mrs. David C. Briggs 
Mrs. Talbot R. Chambers 
Mrs. John L. Crawford 
Countesse de la Greze 
Mrs. Alvin Krech 
Mrs. Sheppard Krech 
Mrs. Joseph Larocque 
Mrs. Francis H. Markoe 

Mrs Stephen Millet 

Miss May Moulton 

Miss Florence D. Murphy 

Mme. Carlo Polifeme 

Mrs. Cordenio Severance 

Mrs. Charles Steel 

Mrs. Robert L. Stevens 

Mrs. Ramsey Turnbull 

Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer 

Charles M. Chapin 

Richard Stevens 

Lewis B. Stillwell 



Baltimore Branch, Miss Louise Dawson 

(25 Local Committees) 

Chicago Branch, Mrs. Henry S. Robbins 

{So Local Committees} 

San Francisco Branch, Mrs. J. B. Casserly 

{2 5 Local Committees) 

New England Branch, 

Miss Edith Bangs, Chairman. 
Alstead, N. H , Mrs. John R. Smith. 
Annisquam, Mass., Mrs. Hollis French. 
Arlington, Mass., Miss I,. E. Dow. 
Ashby, Mass., Mrs. Philip Piper. 
Ashfield, Mass., Mrs. J. E. Urquart. 
Ashland, N. H., Mrs. H. L. Blackwell. 

Atlantic, Mass., Mrs. William F. Davy. 
Auburndale, Mass., Miss M. T. Eager. 
Bangor, Me., Mrs. J. C. Uuzzell. 
Barnstable, Mass., Miss Mary Mortimer. 
Belfast, Me., Mrs. Essie T. Carle. 
Belmont, Mass , Mrs. Edward F.Atkins, Jr. 
Bethel, Me., Mrs. A. E. Herrick. 
Boston, Mass., Business Women's Club. 
Boston, Mass., Sister Eleanor. 
Boston, Mass., Mrs. Myles Stan.lish. 
Boston, Mass., Mile. Chiqueta. 
Brattleboro, Vt., Mrs. Howard Rice. 
Brighton, Mass., Mrs. E. P. Hutchinson. 
Brookline, Mass., Miss Margaret Dexter. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. O. A. Shephard. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. F. M. Train. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. William Bacon. 
Brookline, Mass., Miss Mary Tappan. 

Brookline, Mass , Mrs. Gustaf Lundberg. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. W. H. Tucker. 
Brookline, Mass, Mrs. C. E. Gunther. 
Brookline, Mass., Mrs. G. W. Mehafley. 
Burkehaven, N. H., Mrs. Charles Morris. 
Burlington, Vt., Miss Laura G. Wales. 
Cambridge, Mass., Mrs. T. W. Higginson. 
Cambridge, Mass., Miss G. M. Beard. 
Cambridge, Mass., Mrs. J. G. Thorp. 
Cambridge, Mass., Miss Tiffany. 
Carlisle, Mass., Mrs. P. J. Davis. 
Castine, Me., Mrs. William Hay. 
Chatham, Mass., Mrs. J. B. Paine. 
Chestnut Hill, Mass., Mrs. Edgar C. Rust. 
Chesham, N. H., Mrs. George R. Dinsmoor. 
Chocorua, N. H., .Mrs. W. II. Goodwin. 
Clifton Heights, Mass., Mrs. A. T. Dyer. 
Clinton, Mass., Miss Barbara Hammond. 


Dohasset, Mass., Mrs. Charles J. White, 
"oncord, Mass., Mrs. William De Lancey Howe. 

Zoncord, N. H., Mrs. Godfrey M. Brinley. 

Zotuit, Mass., Mrs. C. F. Fuller. 

Danvers, Mass., Mrs. C. H. Hale. 

Danville, Vt., Mrs. C. H. Kimball. 

Dorchester, Mass., Mrs. R P. Fallon. 

Dover, Mass., Mrs. James C. Hopkins. 

Dudley, Mass., Miss Leora Dugar. 

Duxbury, Mass., Miss Lucia B. Knapp. 

Duxbury, Mass., Mrs. Waldo Kennard. 

Duxbury, Mass., Mrs. H. T. Stetson. 

East Boston, Mass., Mrs. W. A. Morrison. 

East Bridgewater, Mass., Miss A. F. Gorton. 

East Greenwich, R. I., Miss Katharine 

Shedd, Secretary. 

East Thetford, Vt., Mrs. Sarah B. Pressey. 

Exeter, N. H., Miss Mabel B. Dana. 

Fairhaven, Mass., Mrs. Edson S. Cowen. 

Falmouth, Mass , Miss Rosamond H. Smith. 

Farmington, Conn., Miss Porter's School. 

Fitchburg, Mass., Mrs. E. R. Blood. 

Fitzwilliam, N. H., Mrs. A. R. Esdaile. 

Framingham, Mass., Mrs Arthur Ware. 

Franklin, Mass., Mrs. Wilfred Bourbeau. 

Friendship, Me , Mrs. John Lash. 

Gloucester, Mass., Mrs. Isaac Patch. 

Groton, Mass., Mrs. Francis Lawrence. 

Groton, Mass., Miss Julia Miller. 

Hancock, N. H., Mrs. H. M. Shaw. 

Hanover, N. H., Mrs. C. H. Hawes. 

Hardwick, Mass., Mrs. E. S. Clark. 

Harrington, Me., Miss Grace P. Nash. 

Haverhill, Mass., Mrs. L. H. Harriman. 

Hingham, Mass , Miss Charlotte de W. Pope. 

Hopedale, Mass., Mrs. Franck J. Dutcher. 

Hyannisport, Mass., Mrs. James Otis. 

Hyde Park, Mass., Mrs. A. D. Foster. 

Ipswich, Mass., Mrs. Roger S. Warner. 

Isle au Haut, Me., Mrs. H. M. Whitney. 

Isleboro, Me , Miss Elisabeth Silsbee. 
| Jamaica Plain, Mass., Miss Isabel Butler. 

Jamaica Plain, Mass., Miss Louise Coburn. 
| Jefferson, N. H., Mrs. George B. Jenkins. 
| Jefferson Highlands, N.H , Miss Evelyn Carter. 

Keene, N. H., Mrs. R. P. Hayward. 

Kennebunk, Maine., Miss Kate M. Lord. 

Kennebunkport, Me., Miss Chalfont. 

Kittery Point, Me., Miss K. A. Jennison. 

Kittery Point, Me., Miss Frances Goodwin. 

Lenox, Mass., Miss E. F. Folsom. 

Lexington, Mass., Miss L. O. Smith. 

Lexington, Mass., Mrs. A. R. Reed. 

Lowell, Mass., Mrs. H. M. Thompson. 

Lunenburg, Mass., Mrs. Augustine Ferry. 

Madison, Maine, Mrs. R. G. Stanwood. 

Magnolia, Mass., Mrs. Reginald Foster. 

Manchester, Mass., Mrs. George H. Lyman, 
j Manchester, .V H., Mrs. N. S. Bean. 

Manomet, Mass., Mrs. Harold Ernst. 

Marion, Mass., Mrs Hosea Knowlton. 

Marion, Mass., Miss Edith Austin. 

Marlboro, N. H., Miss Josephine Hale. 
| Marshfield, Mass., Mrs. H. A. Ryder. 

Meredith, N. H., Mrs. D. M. Little. 

Middleboro, Mass., Mrs. Walter Hammond. 
j Milford, Mass , Miss Bessie Johnson. 
| Milford, Mass., Mrs. James E. Walker. 
! Milford, N. H., Mrs. C. E. Patch. 

Milton, Mass., Miss Helen Chickering. 
I Milton, Mass., Mrs. R. E. Forbes. 
, Milton, Mass., Miss Helen L. Jaques. 

Nahant, Mass., Mrs. T. S. Bradlee. 

Nantucket, Mass., Mrs. Stokeley Morgan. 

Nashua, N. H., Miss Helen Norwell. 
I Naugatuck, Conn., Mrs. Gorton James. 

Naushon, Mass., Mrs. R. E. Forbes. 

New Bedford, Mass., Miss Julia Delano. 

Newburyport, Mass , Miss Fannie C. Stone. 
New Haven, Conn., Mrs. George L. Paine. 
Newport, R. 1., Miss E. Y. Yardley. 
Newton, Mass., Miss M. G. Wilder. 
Newton Centre, Mass., Mrs. J. W. Spring. 
Newton Centre, Mass., Mrs. Henry E.Williams. 
Newton Centre, Mass., Mrs. A.E. Alvord. 
Newton Centre, Mass., Miss Barbara Kendall. 
Newton Centre, Mass., Miss M. Louise Paine. 
Newton South Allies' Relief Association, 

Mrs. Henry E. Williams. 
Newtonville, Mass., Mrs. A. P. Carter. 
Newtonville, Mass., Mrs. M. N. Maxim. 
Newtonville, Mass., Mrs. G. R. Pulsifer. 
Nonquitt, Mass., Mrs. Horace W. Fuller. 
Northboro, Mass., Mrs. S. T. Maynard. 
North Andover, Mass., Mrs. George H. Mifflin. 
North Brookfield, Mass., Mrs. E. D. Keith. 
North Conway, N. H., Mrs. W. I.. Harding. 
Northeast Harbor, Me., Mrs. R. W. Lovett. 
North Shetford, Vt., Mrs. H. F. Nilcox. 
Nor well-Green bush, Mass., Miss Florence Dix. 
Ogunquit, Me., Miss Sarah W. Pickering. 
Osterville, Mass., Mrs. J. M. Leonard. 
Peacham, Vt., Mrs. John Varnum. 
Pepperell, Mass., Miss Emily Rochester. 
Peterboro, N. H., Mrs. F. E. Taggart. 
Petersham, Mass., Mrs. G. R. R. Rivers. 
Plymouth, Mass., Miss Anne Appleton. 
Plymouth, N. H., Mrs. Lorin Webster. 
Pocasset, Mass., Mrs. George C. Lee. 
Ponkapoag, Mass., Miss Marian Homans. 
Portland, Me., Mrs. E. G. Abbott. 
Portland, Me., Mrs. Franklin R. Barrett. 
Portland, Maine., Mrs. C. H. Payson. 
Portsmouth, N. H., Mrs. W. D. Walker. 
Princeton, Mass., Mrs. Scth Nichols. 
Proctorsville, Vt., Miss M. E. Fletcher. 
Quincy, Mass., Mrs. Harry L. Rice. 
Roxbury, Mass., Miss Mary Thompson. 
Roxbury, Mass., Miss Harriet C. Taylor. 
Rye Beach, N. H., Mrs. H. Russell Sawyer. 
Rumford, Me., Mrs. E. S. Kennard. 
Salem, Mass., Mrs. W. M. Jelly. 
Salem, Mass., Mrs. Walter Phippen. 
Saxton's River, Vt., Miss Grace M. Chapin. 
Scituate, Mass., Mrs. Frederick L. Burns. 
Seal Harbor, Me., Miss Alice Stearns. 
Sharon, Mass., Mrs. E. S. Holland. 
Shelburne Falls, Mass., Mrs. J. W. Thurber. 
Shelburne, N. H., Mrs. George Sheffield. 
Skowhegan, Me., Mrs. R. E. Atwood. 
Skowhegan, Me., Miss Louise II . Coburn. 
Somerville, Mass., Mrs. Arthur A. Smith. 
Somerville, Mass., Mrs. F. W. Tuttle. 
Soo Nipi Park, N. H., Mrs. William Bacon. 
South Dennis, Mass., Miss E. H. Underwood. 
South Hadley, Mass., Mrs. Walter B.Adams. 
South Lincoln, Mass., Mrs. D. C. Choate. 
Southwest Harbor, Me., Mrs. G. D. Latimer. 
South Weymouth, Mass., Mrs. Carleton Barnes. 
Spencer, Mass., Mrs. C. R. Hodgdon. 
Squam Lake, N. H., Mrs. J. R. Coolidge. 
Squirrel Island, Me, Mrs. C. E. Lauiiat. 
St. Johnsbury, Vt., Mrs. W. H. Heywood. 
Taunton, Mass., Allies War Relief Association, 

Mrs. Sutherland Orr. 
Tenants Harbor, Me., Mrs. Talbot Aldrich. 
Thompson, Conn., Miss Howe's and 

Miss Marot's School. 
Topsfield, Mass., Mrs. Thomas Pierce. 
Topsham, Me., Mrs. G. E. Potter. 
Townsend, Mass., Mrs. Frank A. Greenleaf. 
Uxbridge, Mass., Mrs. Alec Jowett. 
Waban, Mass., Mrs. G. M. Angier. 
Wallingford, Ct., Miss Leila W. Pitman. 
Wareham, Mass., Miss Rachel Harvey. 
Warwick, Mass., Miss Abbie P. Stevens. 

Waterville, Me., Mrs. Robert Stobie. 
Wayland, Mass., Mrs. Joseph Seabury. 
Webster Mass., Mrs. C. E. C. Cleveland. 
Webster, Mass., Mrs. F. I. Spears. 
Westboro, Mass., Mrs. M. C. Baker. 
Westford, Mass., Miss Loker. 
West Gloucester, Mass., Miss Se wall and 

Miss Rawson. 
West Medford, Mass., Mrs. Kenneth Hutchins. 
West Newton, Mass., Mrs. S. M. Bolstar. 
West Newton, Mass., Miss Mary Converse. 
West Newton, Mass., Mrs. F. J. Fessenden. 
Weston, Mass., Mrs. Charles Brewer. 
West Rindge, N. H., Mrs. Lena S. Holland. 
West Somerville, Mass., Mrs.W. P. Richards. 
Whitinsville, Mass., Mrs. C. W. Lasell. 
Winchendon, Mass., Mrs. George C. Beals. 
Winchester, N. H., Mrs. W. H. Jennings. 
Winchester, Mass., Mrs. Wm. C. Sache. 
Wolfeboro, N. H., Mrs. Joseph Meader. 
Wonalancet, N. H. Mrs. A. T. Walden. 
Wollaston, Mass., Miss H. E. Turner. 
Worcester, Mass., Mrs. Homer Gage. 
York Harbor, Me., Miss Helen Cadwalader. 


Albany, N.Y., Mrs. Martin Glynn 
Allenhurst, Fla., Mrs. L. B. Rowley. 
Altoona, Pa., Mrs. R.M. Snyder 
Ann Arbor, Mich., Miss Pattengill. 
Augusta, Ga., Mrs. Henry C. Tinker 
Ausable Club, Mrs. Theodore Janeway. 
Batavia, N.Y., Mrs. Watts L. Richmond 
Beaver, Pa., Mrs. John Sparhawk. 
Bloomington, Ind., Mrs. Alfred M. Brooks. 
Brooklyn, N.Y., Mrs. Edith M. Green 
Brooklyn, N.Y., Miss Louise Farrant. 
Buffalo, N.Y., Miss Mabel Wilcox 
Burlington, Iowa, Mrs. H. B. Scott. 
Catonsville, Md., Mrs. Robert D. Hopkins 
Charleston, S. C, Mrs. W. H. Brawley 
Charleston, W. Va., Miss Elizabeth Gallagher. 
Charlottesville, Va., Mrs. Edwin A. Alderman 
Cheraw, S. C, Mrs. Charles L. Prince 
Cherry Valley, O., Mrs. Alice B. Lindsley. 
Cincinnati, O., Mrs. Robert Barnard 
Cleveland, O., Mrs. R. L. Ireland 
Columbus, O., Mrs. Alfred E. Willson. 
Concord, N.C., Miss Elisabeth Gibson. 
Cornwall-on-Hudson, N.Y., Mrs van Buren 
Dayton, O., Mrs. Frank N. Aull. 
Denver, Colo., Miss Helen Bonfils. 
Detroit, Mich., Mrs. A. W. Diack. 
Emporia, Kans., Miss Catherine Rosser. 
Fergus Falls, Minn., Mrs. F. H. Lake. 
Flushing, L. I., Mrs. John Clarke. 
Geneva, N.Y., Mrs. T.H. Truslow. 
Glen Ridge, N. J., Mrs. H C. Harris. 
Goshen, N.Y., Mrs. Henry Bacon. 
Gouverneur, N.Y., Miss Helen I. Parker. 
Gramatan, Bronxville, N.Y., Mrs. H. Brewster. 
Grand Forks, N. D., Mrs. G. A. Abbott. 
Granville, O., Mrs. Robert Biggs. 
Great Neck, L. I., Mrs. Nova Paris. 
Greenwich, Conn., Mrs. C. M. Brooks. 
Hammond, Indiana, Mrs. C. Brooks Whitney. 
Hartsdale, N. Y.. Mrs. Elisabeth S. M. Cauldwell. 
Haverhill, Mass. Mrs. L. H. Harriman. 
Highland Falls, N.Y. 

Hollidaysburg, Pa., Mrs. Hale Brotherlin. 
Hudson County, N.J. , Mrs. Talbot, R. Chambers 
Indianapolis., Miss Caroline Marmon. 
Ithaca, N.Y., Mrs. Charles E. Bennet. 
Joplin, Mo., Mrs. N. C. Orth. 
Kansas City, Mo., Mrs. E. D. Hornbrook. 
Kansas City, Mo., Mrs. H. M. Withers. 
Katonah, N. Y., Miss Laura Brown. 

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Keeseville, N.Y., Mrs. H B. Kirk. 
Kenosha, Wis., Mrs. Z. T. Simmons. 
La Crosse, Wis., Mrs. R. B. Gelatt. 
i.ake Forest, III., Mrs. Henry W. Hoyt. 
I.akewood, N. J., Mrs. Charles Lathrop Pack. 
Louisville, Ky., Miss Mattie Norton 
Madison, Wis., Mrs. Reuben G. Thwaites. 
Malone, N. Y., Miss Lucia F. Gilbert. 
Manitou, Colo., Mrs. Edward E. Nichols. 
Milwaukee, Wis., Miss Gertrude S.- Bean. 
Mineville, N.Y., Mrs. William Brown. 
Minneapolis, Minn., Mrs. Edwin Hewitt. 
Montclair, N. J., Mrs. Michel Le Brun. 
Munroe, N. Y., Mrs. Mackenzie. 
Newark, Ohio, Mrs. F. S. Wright. 
New Brighton, S. I., Mme Henri Didot. 
New Hope, Pa., Mrs. Morgan Colt. 
New York National Committee Work Rooms, 

Civilian Committee, Mrs. A. M. Dike. 
Norfolk, Va., Miss Mary W. Walker. 
Orange, N. J., Mrs. Robert Slimmon. 

Ormon Beach, Florida, Mrs. Blake White. 
Pittsburgh, Pa., Misslsabelle Chalfont. 
Plattsburgh, N. Y., Mrs. W. B. Wilcox. 
Port Chester, N. Y., Miss Letitia Simmons. 
Port Edwards, Wis., Mrs. Mac Naughton. 
Port Henry, N. Y., Miss Ruth Warner. 
Portsmouth, Va., Mrs. Blount Hunter. 
Poughkeepsie, N.Y., Mrs. F. L. Moore. 
Potsdam, N. Y., Miss Wilhelmina Caldwell. 
Randolph, Vt. Miss Clara Kimball. 
Richmond Hill, L. I., Miss A. M. Knapp. 
Rochester, N. Y., Mrs. L. L. Button. 
Rockford, 111., Mrs. Norman Thompson. 
Roland Park, Md., M : ss Ethel Woods. 
St. Louis, Mo., Mrs. Edward J. Walsh. 
St. Paul, Minn., Mrs. C. W. Ames. 
Sandusky, O., Mrs. Cora Renner. 
Schenectady, N. Y., Mrs. Charles Richmond. 
Seattle, Wash., Mme R. Auzias de Turenne, 

and 8 sub-committees. 
Sewickley, Pa., Mrs. George Tener. 

Sharon, Pa., Mrs. George n. t-,., 
Shawnee-on-Delaware, Pa., Mrs. C. C. 

Springfield, Mass., Mrs. Walter S. Robinson. 
Swann's Island Me., Mrs. Cora Stockbridge. 
Syracuse, N. Y., Mrs. E. L. Pierce. 
Thomasville, Ga., Miss Nellie Pringle. 
Toledo, O., Mrs. Connell Warbridge. 
Utica N. Y., Mrs. Frederick Gilbert. 
Walton, N. Y., Mrs. John More. 
Warwick, N. Y., Mrs. Morris Rutherford. 
Washington, D. C, Mrs. J. Henri de Sibour. 
Washingtonville, N. Y., Mrs. M. A. Marquis. 
Watchung, N. J., Mrs. E. J. Steer. 
Watertown, N. Y., Mrs. B Awde. 
Westervelt Avenue Branch, Mrs. Henriette 

White Plains, N. Y., Miss Barbara Mead. 
Wilmington, Del., Mrs. B. G. du Pont. 
Winston-Salem, S. C, Mrs. R. J., Reynolds. 
Woman's Amusement Club, Mrs. A. Simmons. 
Yonkers, N. Y., Mrs. George R . Bunker. 



Mrs. Benjamin Girault Lathrop, President. 
Dr. Alexis Carrel, Vice President Miss Marie Louise Brent 

Herbert M. Nichols, Secretary Miss Anne Morgan 

Miss Anna Murray Vail, Treasurer Mrs. Francis George Shaw 

Miss Elizabeth Ames 
Miss Enid Dessau 



Miss Sarah Farwell 
Miss Charlotte Parker 
James Renwick Sloane 


Octave C. Biardot 

Editorial Department 
Miss Margaret L. Farrand William Gwin 

Miss Helen Farwell 

Receiving Department 

Miss Anna M. Carrere 

Miss Angelica Lockwood 

Surgical Dressings Department 

Miss Mary A. Frye 
Mrs. Donald Deo Granges Miss Frances Dutton 

Packing Department 

Mrs. Malborough Churchill 
Mrs. William C. Appleton Miss Margaret I. Henderson 

Mrs. A. C. Baker Miss Dorothy L. Lammin 

Rear-Admiral Colby Mrs. Carmen Llewllyn 

Mrs. H. G. Colby ' Miss Elizabeth Marks 

Miss Mary Stewart Claflin Mrs. Arthur P. Nazro 

Miss Carla Dagmar Mrs. J. Campbell Robinson 

Mrs. Harriot Ely Fansler Miss Germaine Wagner 

Miss Edith Winter 

Miss Elizabeth Ayer 
Miss Amy Bradley 
Miss Clemence Crafts 
Mrs. H. T. Crean 
Mile. Cahen d'Anver 
Miss Ethel English 
Miss Anna Greenough 
Miss Evelyn Hooker 

Motor Service 
Miss Ruth Casparis 

MissMarguerite Kennelly 
Miss Leslie La Beaune 
Miss Lora Melvin 
MissAlexine Mitchell 
Miss Marion Mitehell 
Miss Sibyl Robeson 
Mrs. John Walker 
Miss Phillis Walsh 
Miss Dorothy Wilde 
Miss Gladys Young. 

Dr. Alice Brown 
Miss Besse B. Cameron 
Howard Copland 
Mrs. Howard Copland 
Mrs John Corbin 
Miss Cummings 
Dr. Clara M. Davis 
Mrs. M.L. Dawson 
Mrs. Delebecque 
Mrs. E. Ss Dickson 
Mrs. Swift Fernald 
Mrs. Laura Forrest 
Miss de Grasse Fowler 

Branch Depot Workers 

Miss Van Aken 

Dr. Anna Gamier 
Miss Mary D. Herter 
Miss Mary E. Humphrey 
Dr. Eleanor Kilham 
Mrs. Pauline Sands Lee 
Mrs. Irene Mead 
Miss Clara G. Perry 
Miss Elizabeth Robertson 
Miss Alice Toklas 
Miss Wills 
Miss Withers 
Miss Victorine Van Dyke 
Miss Grace M. Yates 


Miss B. Allen 
Miss M. Blagden 
Miss C. Duer 
Miss R. Dolan 
Miss T. I.arocque 

Blerancourt Center 

Mrs. A. M. Dike 
Miss A. Morgan 

Mrs. A. Taylor 


The Viscountess Bryce, Chairman 
Mrs Romilly Fedden, Chairman of Belgravia Woorkrooms 
Lady Robert Cecil Mrs. Fieiden of Condover 

Lady Ritchie Madame de Neuville-Floyd 

Miss Beatrice Chamberlain Miss Wickers 

Mrs. Clough Mrs. Arthur Rose Vincent 

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Miss M. Peyton 
Miss M. Toovey 
Miss E. Winslow 
Miss F. Wright 
Miss M. Stevenson 

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